Flying Lemming

Rookie - 12 Points (England)

Christmas Chaos - Poem by Flying Lemming

Dashing to the shower
Dashing to get dressed
Dashing to the car to get to town before the rest

Queuing for a parking space
Queuing for the shops
Queuing for the tills, the waiting never stops

Pushing to the counter
Pushing through the mob
Pushing passed with bulging bags, such a tiring job

Folding paper round the gifts
Folding cards all day
Folding licked envelopes that taste in a foul way

Laughing with your family
Laughing with pure love
Laughing in joy at Christmas, it’s worth all of the above


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2009



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