Monday, December 26, 2011

CCLXVIII - Twas the day after Christmas


 Sunday Scribblings had a topic 'Festive'.  

Twas the day after Christmas

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and not hard to guess,
The adults were exhausted and the house was a mess,
The fridge was full of enough leftover gear
To feed a small village for the best part of a year.

All of the women and a few of the males
Were up at dawn to go off to the sales.
They don't need the items on display
But don't like to think that 'one got away'.

The spiritually inclined still long to be blessed,
So flocked, en mass, to the Boxing Day test.
There the priests of Cricket will bowl and strike
To show the faithful what an eternity’s like.

We are told that humans have what it takes
To grow and learn from past mistakes
But the case for such change is far from clear
When we just go and repeat it the following year.


© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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  1. In your illustration Santa is definitely turning up his toes! So there's hope!

  2. I love the photo of the Santa. Your words are very clever. I really enjoyed your poem and it is SO TRUE. My house is a mess and there are so many leftovers in the fridge and I am utterly exhausted. Well written!

  3. So true!

    I avoid cricket and the sales like the plague...

  4. Same again next year then?

  5. And to think we successfully brainwash the next generation to do the same..

  6. I suppose a year is long enough to forget what it felt like the day after Christmas !

  7. Ah, that is what is called short term memory!

  8. new year should be about change for the better


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