December 2024 Collage Poem: Play the Odds
What happens if Terry the giant does
not touch wood what would Sally say…
but still he drinks his ever so nice tea.
What would happen if Father Christmas didn’t
stop drinking Jack Daniels throughout the rest
of the year?
Drunken Santa is crashing through the snow
You’re all on the naughty list
Pensioners too cold to take a stand
munch a million bags of Monster Munch
while a child sleeps peacefully.
Unlucky gifts from unreal Santas;
unfortunate poultry the stars of the show.
To sail us all into a storm of our own making
Best not to know, leave innocence in peace
I’m going to get the tram or beeline to the
Hive, to tell them my good news, Honey,
I’m buzzin’.
Whatever happened to Nasty Jack?
Trump shouts “Fake Santa”, as Santa
is shown coming into court, charged with
patent breaches on all the toys he made.
Promises like dust in the wind subside.
Nigel Astell
Wed 18th Dec 2024 14:29
Disorder of The Mince Pies
Pastry squeezed
Currants gobbled
Crumpling mouthful
Thrusting sweets
Unwrapping Christmas
Sociable munching
Serious sucking
Sensuous boozers
Plastic refills
Red wine
Shaken but
Not stirred
Collage poem
Sprinted onwards
Finished just
On time
To say
Goodbye 2024.