Hi folks hope you dont mind but I thought some of you would like to hear the poem I wrote last year.
CHRISTMAS
Christmas day and I’m in tears
coz wife forgot to chill the beers.
The turkeys cooked with too much heat
it’s burned black, too hard to eat.
The sprouts are hard as gravel stones
you should have heard the moans and groans.
The gravy’s thin and very bland
I’m sure those boiled spuds were canned.
Pass out the prezzies one by one
but whose is whose no labels done.
I get a bra and panty set
and wife just gets a landing net.
At least the telly’s usually good
and sweets make up for lack of food.
Sat round the box the family gang
the set gives out a mighty bang.
Well that’s it done, now off to bed
with "what if’s" running through my head.
But not to worry, not a tear
just looking forward to next year