The streets of the past have a golden hue

Known to only me and you

Forgoing the shy starlight

A golden youthful yellow delight

The nights were littered with gold

A yellow wind left to behold

Sunlight at night

What a golden honey sight

People, cars and dogs

Streaming through a yellow fog

Christmas fairs and hot chocolate

A warmth and love now forgot

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Christpocolypse

20th December and the lights are down

Expectance in abundance

As we look around

No tinsel or snow

No time to let go

Too tired and small

No feeling at all

They say he’ll be here soon enough

Yet time will soon have had enough

But we must be ready and not wither

The time is now, we must deliver

Yet who will come I ask?

It isn’...

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This poem is based on a story which appeared over Christmas, and which was taken to be true!

AWOL = absent without leave

The Christmas gammon have gone spitting mad,

they think asylum seekers are going AWOL

for Christmas: yes here in the UK it’s that bad,

with nothing around here but strife and trouble,

that’s why those “foreigners” want to go home!

Gee Beebie News are ha...

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