Oh dear God Almighty!
Please help or pity me.
With my present wrapping,
A chore I cannot flee.
They're all shapes and sizes,
With pyramids of trigonometry.
And how do I wrap a sphere,
With two hands when I need three.
I need to be a Christmas octopus,
To wrap them all so neatly.
And with any spare tentacle,
Enjoy a cup of calming tea.
Shaun, don't you have gift bags in England? I really love this poem. I remember me wrapping presents when I was young. I had the same problem. Bravo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one Shaun...l really like the reference to the Christmas Octopus...yes wrapping all those presents can be rather tricky. The quintessentially British ending is delightful. Consequently, it's certainly a frantic, but fun filled, festive five from me.