It’s Christmas day in the workhouse
Just
another grey day to endure
We are being
treated to pot noodle
So, Oliver
won’t be asking for more
Sunday, 4 December 2022
CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE # 4
CHRISTMAS DREAM # 2
I dream of Christmas
Laying in
my cozy room
Dreaming of
the carol singers
WATCH OUT
Watch out, watch out
There’s a
lech about
He’s stalked
you all year long
Amidst the
office throng
Watch out
for Mr. Ross
Your
lecherous boss
Who’s been
waiting all year long
With a
desire so strong
Watch out,
watch out
There’s a
lech about
Who wants
to hold you in embrace
And kiss
your pretty face
Watch out
for Mr. Ross
Your
lecherous boss
As he looks
at you all agog
Intent upon
a snog
So, when
old Mr. Ross
Your
lecherous boss
Grabs you
under the mistletoe
Just tell
him where to go
NORWEGIAN GIFT
A gift arrives each year
From across
the sea
A gift from
the people of Oslo
An annual
gift of a Christmas tree
Given with
gratitude
To stand in
Trafalgar square
Received
with pride
By those of
us who care
A symbol of
friendship
Given to us
each Christmas
A token as
a gift of thanks
Sent from
Norway for us
BUMPER CHRISTMAS
All the sights and sounds
And all the
tastes and smells
Make me
love Christmas
All the
carollers singing
And all the
lights twinkling
Make me
love Christmas
But there
is one thing
More than
any other
That makes
me love Christmas
The bumper
Radio Times
First going
on sale
That makes
me love Christmas
SANTA’S LITTLE HELPER
I’ve bought a special gift
For my
Christmas honey
It’s a
“Santa’s little helper” outfit
And it’s
bloody horny
Its red
velour with white fur trim
And matching
lingerie
It’s figure
hugging short and tight
And shows
all you’d want to see
I’ve always
liked sexy outfits
And this is
the best I’ve seen
I’m sure
that she will like it
Especially
as it wipes clean
TREE OF LIFE
Proudly standing there
In the
town’s main square
The
Christmas tree stands tall
Admired by
one and all
Decked with
coloured lights
Of red and
green and blue and white
And every
kind of coloured bauble
Short and
long, large, and small
Candy canes
and bows adorn it
And myriad
forms of other trinkets
This wonder
easily catches the eye
Of every
busy passer by
Who simply
marvel at the sight
With open
mouthed delight
Who before
they continue on their way
Have to
wipe a tear away
But it’s
not the tree reaching to the sky
That brings
a tear to the eye
But the parcels
of every shape and size
A festive
feast for weary eyes
A testament
to people’s generosity
Sitting
beneath this wondrous tree
Such a
generous response to the endeavour
Thank God
for those who know the answer
When want
and need begs the question
Praise be
to those who never forget
With hearts
so full of Christmas spirit
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