Dark December days
Leeching life’s lustre
Morphing melancholic moods
Damp drizzle descends
Languid leaves loam
Freezing frosts form
Dreck drizzle drops
Sleet slams skin
Mental motivation missing
Damp decay deforms
Winds whip wildly
Endless echoes emanate
December drags deeper
Christmas is coming, The goose is getting fatThe TV Ads are blaring, giving it all that.
Mum is busy stressing, what gifts there are to buy
No socks, pants or smells, harder she must try.
The stick tape’s gone missing, the bows won’t even stick
She watched all the videos to find the wrapping trick.
The decorations are dusty from storage in the attic,
The waving snowman should move but he standing there all static
The cats gone up the tree again, the baubles won’t survive,
The dogs been at the mince pies, the hamsters at the chive.
The kids are all excited at the gifts beneath the tree
Trying to shake and feel and find which one’s for me.
Dad’s no help, he’s snoring, he’s sampled the christmas punch
Mum needs a bigger oven to cook the christmas lunch.
Turkey roast and turkey stew, and turkey curry too
Anyone for more sprouts, the gravy turned to goo.
Come Boxing Day it’s all over, well it is for some,
One is still working, you know her, she’s called Mum.
As you raise a glass to toast and welcome the New Year,
Just 359 days until Christmas again is here.
I am sure I wrote something similar one christmas ago, might have been on a community group over on the departed and deleted BCUK. Anyway here is something rattling around my head [anything to avoid the wrapping].
Christmas is coming, The goose is getting fat
The TV Ads are blaring, giving it all that.
Mum is busy stressing, what gifts there are to buy
No socks, pants or smells, harder she must try.
The stick tape’s gone missing, the bows won’t even stick
She watched all the videos to find the wrapping trick.
The decorations are dusty from storage in the attic,
The waving snowman should move but he standing there all static
The cats gone up the tree again, the baubles won’t survive,
The dogs been at the mince pies, the hamsters at the chive.
The kids are all excited at the gifts beneath the tree
Trying to shake and feel and find which one’s for me.
Dad’s no help, he’s snoring, he’s sampled the christmas punch
Mum needs a bigger oven to cook the christmas lunch.
Turkey roast and turkey stew, and turkey curry too
Anyone for more sprouts, the gravy turned to goo.
Come Boxing Day it’s all over, well it is for some,
One is still working, you know her, she’s called Mum.
As you raise a glass to toast and welcome the New Year,
Just 359 days until Christmas again is here.
I wrote this many years ago.
Why don’t you take time to see
The wonderment inside of me
Instead you just stand and stare
Not focusing past the metal wheelchair
It’s easy for you to turn away
I have to live in it day after day
Viewing the world just three foot tall
Being patronised belittled made to feel small
It may surprise you to know
That I can laugh and sing and show
The world what it’s not ready to see
An intelligent loving enlightened person like me
So next time you see me as I roll by
Happy contented head held high
Just think, I’m your biggest regret
Remember there is a chance yet
For you to take time to see
The wonderment that is me
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