Mr Blobby Puts the Christmas Tree Up

Running over full speed to the tree, The largest of all the items, He clapped his hands excitedly together, Three times rhythmically, And smiled characteristically. He got there and hugged the fir, But its branches stabbed and hurt, Such that all he could do was fall, And cry loudly, wailing to all, For anyone to see his call. After someone motioned to him, To serious up and rise, He stood there a minute and then bent, Grasped the tree with his two hands, And embraced it as if a girlfriend who stands. He was taken by Christmas fir remarkably, Because it felt as incapable as him, But it felt at the same time completely active; All in one, though very much indiscreetly, The two things went together simultaneously. Eventually he set his new tree, his girlfriend, up, Cherl, and settled her in her soil filled pot, Using his fists to pat the soil flat,   And steady the tree which seemed to joust with him, For attitude, and for a personality without vibes dim. Soon he just got on with the job, And he picked up somehow the lights, But they were plugged into the socket; So they electrocuted hm which made him jump back, Feeling the impulse which gave him a whack. He just looked at Cherl and was claimed, By her solidity and her staunchness at the occasion; So after a bit, continued to decorate with Christmas balls, Although they dropped from his grasp often, And then he added different shapes and angels to soften. And lastly he went back to the lights, Untangled them in a difficult process, Hung them round and round and round, Until they made a spiral shape downwards, And the lighting of them took away his words. It took him ages to complete, days, But Cherl was delighted and alight; He felt as if he’d achieved something great, As it was like receiving a gold star from a primary teacher; The event did wet his cheek as he was a reacher.