Friday, 25 December 2015

Xmas poem



Xmas at home.

A dirty coat coil in red and white,
A toast to the child in the manger.


A pot of rice and a belly to fill,
Rusty bottles with sugary content hurstling for heat,
Burnt meat on broken skewers raging between teeth,
Bones and chicken skin served on broken china,
Voice growl in muffled mixture,
Night comes suddenly to halt the yearly kamikaze.

A rising fire work is scotched by the wood pecker.




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