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Boxing Day

Christmas day now over, The turkeys now all dead. While the bloated celebrators Sleep their gorging off in bed. No matter what it cost them. (Though it cost the turkeys more), They’d enjoyed the Christmas spirit They’d invited through their door. With plastic in their wallets To finance their spending spree, They ensured that all they’d purchased Was on show for all to see. They let family, friends and colleagues Know what Christmas really means, That by spending, spending, spending You can purchase all your dreams. Alas for all tomorrows They may have to scrimp and save, While the lucky Christmas turkeys All lie peaceful in their graves! Ivor G Davies

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Date: 12/10/2016 6:54:00 PM
Hello Ivor, I enjoyed reading your poetry. I can eat turkey all week long and never get tired of it.Yum!!! Same for the chicken. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!
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Date: 4/18/2015 8:05:00 AM
No wonder turkey's don't vote for Christmas lol - love the humour - they are safe in our house we have beef! Hugs jan xxx
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Date: 4/25/2015 5:50:00 PM
Jan, Thanks for the comments, I really must dig out some of my silly stuff and post it here as I tend to have a mixed bag and need to lighten it up sometimes...Ivor

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