A (c)rhyme for Christmas
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atop
a tree.
Below :
football fan
worried as can be.
Oh I do hope there are
more presents than rhymes
for Christmas
I’d hate it, just hate it, if all I got
from Santa
Was a Kevin Keegan doll. I wannabe fit
this Christmas
Hope my knee improves, that rehab is quick
at Christmas
Cartilage trapped in decrepit joints, described as
an isthmus
Perchance be repaired in time to play on tour in Datça, Turkey
another type, of isthmus
Not least so I can work off the forced feeding of that big plump bird
this Christmas
All that cranberry sauce, crackling logs, crunching snow, crotchety aunts
this Christmas
Warm woolly jumpers, ideal for goalposts, scarves, hats n coats – so snug
this Christmas
All that comfort and cheer, and succour and beer
this Christmas
Not like then : the mud and muck and stench, of rotting, decaying bodies
that Christmas
Flooded trenches, less than a hundred yards apart, No Man’s Land in between :
that’s, an isthmus
They played a match back then, Tom & Jerry frolicked, exchanged goals and presents
that Christmas
But criminally, the camaraderie was commandeered, a forced return to the killing fields
that same
Christmas,
1914.
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