Terry Flood Poet Lyric

A Creek Christmas Carol

[Away In A Manger - revisited]

Where Dave is the ranger
And Tom is the mayor
The saloon is open
And Milt gambles there

On high in the night sky
A star ’bove the church
The beacon of Soup Creek
To aid in the search

An old passing stranger
Had let it be heard
That a babe would be found
And his name was the word

Now, Mark was the sheriff
He closed the saloon
And Jenna, quite frankly
Wasn’t over the moon

She said find that baby
And find it real soon
My bar can’t be closed 
While this night has a moon

In the church they found him
And o what a fright
That poor baby’s young face
Was smeared with Marmite

But Tom said Stand clear men
That God-awful pong
We thought was yeast extract…
It seems we were wrong

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Tom Cunningham December 11, 2022 at 4:47 AM Haha this stinks of a Vegemite conspiracy to bankrupt the saloon and the town, another question, who's the daddy? Where's the Sheriff when you need him. Tom Tom Cunningham December 11, 2022 at 7:50 AM Pinkertons have checked you out, you're clean unless there's something we should know about. Lol Terry Flood December 11, 2022 at 5:16 AM Hmm… can one be promoted from ‘innocent bystander’. I await with baited breath or perhaps I mean trepidation! Tom Cunningham December 11, 2022 at 4:50 AM PS, congrats on your promotion. All will be revealed in the coming days.

L Milton Hankins December 10, 2022 at 9:05 AM A fine look at the Creek around Christmas...a strange baby born and left in the church! But why close the saloon? Cuts into my revenue, too. Terry Flood December 10, 2022 at 10:55 AM Well, I was confident that the fine upstanding folk of Soup Creek would rather search for a child than spend their time boozing and gambling. Well it is Christmas. ;-) Terry

Jenna Logan December 10, 2022 at 6:34 AM Terry, I'm with David when it comes to steering clear of marmite, and now I know why. How old was that baby and who the heck does he belong to? I'm thinking about suing for loss of revenue for having to close down my saloon for a time. I'm gonna speak to the mayor about this nonsense! Someone's gonna pay! btw...thanks for reporting the injustice. Now, my doors are open, so come on in. Terry Flood December 10, 2022 at 7:01 AM Ah, but when you reopened and the whole town rushed in you must have made a killing. As for who the baby belonged to… I had visions of him floating down the creek in a wicker basket, but I could see that becoming a reeeeealy long poem and I had already added a seventh stanza to a six stanza carol. ;-) Terry

David Kavanagh December 10, 2022 at 4:42 AM Madcap writing Terry, love your opening stanza, then all the zany antics, not for the faint hearted, nappy changing that is! and I steer clear of all the Mites, Mar- or Vegie-, crazy sacrilegious stuff, cheers David, Terry Flood December 10, 2022 at 5:49 AM I wrote the first stanza before I knew where the tale was going. I liked it too, so left it in, just for the hell of it. Glad you ‘enjoyed’, David. Terry