Yawntide

Hello Poetry Lovers

I know! I know! We’re still in November but I couldn’t resist sneaking a Yuletide piece in here.

Now, I’m sorry (or am I?) that its on the pessimistic side and I promise to write a more positive one shortly.

However, the older we get, the less magical Christmas becomes. Perhaps because we hark back to our childhood and the excitement of it all. It just becomes flat the older we get.

Anyway do read on.

Yawntide

Yuletide is coming and the nut roast is getting fat

intense Christmas shopping to get loads of tat

Buying edible bargains that won’t survive next Sunday

and obligatory chocolate coins that end up being thrown away

because let’s face it, they taste quite vile

but somehow you have to go that extra mile

Driving you to the kid’s Selection Box

while you dream of receiving designer frocks

The family leave half their Christmas dinner

while you wash up, you promise you’ll get thinner

Christmas night has a taste of the anti-climactic

But come the Boxing Day party, you’ll get paralytic

H Moulson 2025

Well, that was a bit on the miserable side, wasn’t it, PL’s. So please send in your own Yuletide pieces to eclipse this cynicism. Answers on a postcard please …..

Thanks for tuning in, Poetry Lovers. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….