hustle bustle in the shops
computers always down
however time it never stops
in Christmas rush i drown
afterwards i decide to plop
whacked by pushchairs
whacked by trolley
whacked by wheelchair
whacked by kids prams with dolly
looking forward to relax in chair
my blood pressure it does arise
hearing babies and kiddie cries
parents saying maybe next year
how that parent lies
as the chaos of Christmas near
Hello poet friend lee. I enjoyed your poem which captures one of the true pictures of Christmas. I found it smooth and enjoyable. FYI: I might have written the last verse as follows: my blood pressure it does arise hearing babies and kiddie cries parents saying maybe next year how that parent lies as the chaos of Christmas near Just a thought. Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello again poet Lee, nice work and great little poem. Have a great week, Loyd