National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Saturday, 11 August 2018

The C word

day 136

Its beginning to look like sod this
All across England
Now the kiddies are back to school
The bloody high street shops recall
And all summer clothes are bloody banned
Its beginning to look a lot like Really?
The leaves still haven't turned
Its still thirty degrees outside
The grass on the verges died
And people are  feeling quite concerned

Yes its beginning to look a lot like what the hell?
There's no time to wait
Someone I heard has sighted
That the shops are getting excited
making us all feel quite irate
Yes its beginning to look a lot like are you kidding me?
A lone Santa appears
Its a charity shop in town
I hope that the place burns down
And it all disappears

Its beginning to look a lot like Stupidity
The first brown leaf does fall
And the shops are tinsel tat
They are selling those reindeer hats
And Santa is on every bloody wall
Its beginning to look a lot like just shoot me
Guy Fawkes still not lit
But there folks out in the shops
Buying those Xmas socks
And generally getting right upon my tit

Now its beginning to look a lot like stuff this
People have no glee
And people are dashing pass
They say things like pass
They still have seven weeks to buy a tree
But when it really is time for the C word
People  moan in line
Say they didn't have weeks shop
The bargains have now stopped
Christmas shopping has no time



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