A True Christmas Tale Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

A poem written following the travels of myself, Jewel and Mr T.

Christmas spirit.
I think we hit it.

The darkness
Of Barbados.

Our holiday escape,
Just to find the rape
Of our space
In the human race.

We seeked the sun,
Just for fun.
We found a gun
And robbery.

A gun to the head.
I've never known
THAT kind of dread.....

At my time of life.

To p'raps lose that
As there I lay
With that gun
To a head.

'Holiday time'

I'll still try
To make things rhyme
Tho' robbed at gunpoint
Lying on the floor.

Believe me,
Not to adore.

No fun....

T'was the darkness
Of Barbados.