A Blood Test At Christmas

>Blood tests 22-12-16 By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad author. & Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned Have you ever had a blood test? I have lots, you know. Everybody wants them, why I don’t really know? And I watch the needle and syringe. To see the correct amount there does flow. I saw the young fully trained phlebotomist. I really did you know. He looked so blinking young. Could he facial hair really grow? Just in case you’re wondering, I did not ask you know. So, he could not be Father Christmas. Although it is that time of year! For Father Christmas to show his face. What can be seen through that big white beard? I know to be politically correct today. I should have said that beard. Was a, ‘light shade of grey.’ But even that’s, politically wrong today! Taking my blood test today. I’m sure that the phlebotomist was so young I say. So I must look elsewhere you know. For Father Christmas I must just so. Now everyone I saw today. Was oh! So young, that’s what I say. And looking in the mirror, you know. Surely that old man is not me. But golly gosh, it is, just so. So I could be Father Christmas. Although beard I have not got. So I will have to wear a false one. Like those other impostors have got. I’ve heard of global warming. And I must confess one night. I thought I’d shave my beard off. I did and that just wasn’t right. If this is global warming? With the named storms that sadly blow. Why are so many people blinking cold, in deep freezing, icy snow? Perhaps we should say the Earth is cooling. I really jest you not. Then, with global warming freezing, global cooling could be, oh so blinking hot. Merry Christmas everybody, Merry Christmas and a not too hot, cold, wet, freezing, windy New Year. Stanley the new mad author & poetry soup honourably mentioned<