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He's the one

So, there I was minding my own business keeping bar

Cleaning glasses and looking no where

But everywhere if you get my drift

The place is heaving

And in he walks like he has been a week in the saddle

But all dressed to the nines in fancy rags

The best money can buy

From head to toe

He comes up to me and says he has travelled far

With his two friends outside

The camels are tired and he and his companions

Have been following a star

And they are looking for a baby

Who is meant to be something special

And I say without a blink of an eye

Aren’t they all?

He says yeah but this one really is special

Like he’s the one

And I say you have to be kidding

What are you some sort of wise guy?

And he says well actually yeah, I am

So, I smile the kind of smile that’s says

Yeah right

But he says he doesn’t care

And says again this time all slow and dead cool

We are looking for a baby

And we have gifts

I pause for a minute and have to think

Before I say the only baby that’s around these parts

Is the one born out the back just a few hours past

I don’t think he’s very special

He’s in the stable

But you are welcome to take a look

At this he smiles the kind of smile that all those

Who are wise and rich smile

And says yep

Thanks, he’s the one

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Comments

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John Botterill

Wed 22nd Dec 2021 23:28

Funny but profound. Loved it! 😀

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julie callaghan

Tue 21st Dec 2021 18:34

Thanks for this.

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 21st Dec 2021 17:32

Very fine seasonal poem, Martin.

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keith jeffries

Tue 21st Dec 2021 14:00

Really enjoyed this.
Thanks
Keith

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