Christmas Shopping... Poem by Shaun Cronick

Relatives are popping out tomorrow
To pick Christmas presents up.
Talk about the drop of a hat,
There's only one slight hiccup...

I haven't bloody bought them!
For I haven't had the time.
Their estimated time of arrival,
Is roundabout half past nine.

Perfect! Bloody perfect!
That is time enough for me.
I'll venture to the supermarket,
And grab what I can see.

Fancy chocolates and selected booze,
For the infant kids will do.
Now to buy for their parents,
Bright toys to create ballyhoo.

Was that in the right order,
When wrapping I'll sort them out.
And then I'll put the kettle on,
To end my pre-Christmas runabout.