17 February 2010

Festive

Here is a little poem I wrote around Christmas time. It makes me sound like a bit of a Scrooge but I promise I'm not.



The warmth of the cold
Bringing
Everyone together
Except for the ones who don't get along
They
Need to be organised carefully
Clouds of coughing
The high streets filled with desperation
Eating more than is neccessary but less than is required
Groovy uncles come out of their shells
The masses retreat into alcoholism
Tired children
Grumpy
Sitting in front of the TV watching
Snow
White
A whole year of energy saving goes out of the window
And around a tree
A tangle of strangling contradictions
Jesus.

2 comments:

Nick said...

Me likey...

Le Hornet said...

i was there when you spat that, advice taken brother man....