Hello Poetry Lovers
Welcome back to another Yuletide Special.
Today’s poem penned by the wonderful poet Heather Mary Sullivan still has the cynical theme running through these seasonal posts but it’s warm and hilarious. 
See how many memories flood back for you. It certainly took me back. Read on
At the End of Christmas Day
Another Christmas over
The turkey bones are bare
The tree has shed its needles
And it’s looking rather bare!
Granny’s in her rocking chair
She’s singing cos she’s merry
A paper hat across her face
Cos she’s overdosed on sherry!
The Christmas pud was set ablaze
When we smothered it in brandy
Grandad’s telling dirty jokes
After drinking half a shandy!
There are no more pigs in blankets
The pringles have gone soft
Poor auntie Carol’s peed her pants
Always happens when she coughs!
The kids are watching top of the pops
To see who’s topped the charts
Dad keeps shifting in his chair
And wafting sprouty farts.
Someone’s hidden the remote control
There’s a huge queue for the loo
I took the dog out for a walk
And there’s tinsel in his poo!
We’ve opened all our presents
With oohs and aahs and smiles
I got jewellery, clothes and chocolates
And some ointment for my piles!
The mince pies have been eaten
My sisters on the gin
My bloke keeps scratching his balls like mad
How did he get glitter on his foreskin?
The cat’s come home now they’ve all gone
Curled up traumatised in her bed
So that’s another Christmas over
Where are the pills for my aching head?
Heather Mary Sullivan
Wasn’t that a terrific poem, PL’s. Thank you so much, Heather for conjuring up those memories.
Treat yourself to Heather’s hilarious collection
Contact me if you would like a copy, or the lady herself on Facebook.
Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry Yuletide action real soon….
Heather Moulson 