Long Humbugs Poems

One Tuesday evening recently with the house empty but me,
I thought I’d spread out on the couch and see what’s on the ‘telly’.
It was close to half past eight and so I thought I’d watch...

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For your (Turkish) Delight party invite 
Sweetshop had shut up for the day
The Maltesers decided they were going away
They packed their gear in a Dairy Box
To climb a Glacier called Mint Fox

The sweets were now...

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I finally get it. 	
It has nothing to do with me. 
I opened the eyes in my heart
and now I truly see.

I know that I'll be locked up
and that I wont get a toy.
But my...

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Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe

Let's take a journey back in time to the 1900's
when children would delight in regular visits to
their sweet shop in England, they had a large
range of lollies and their eyes would all...

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‘CALL-UP TIME’

They’ve taken our Danny to war, they have.
They’ve taken our Danny to war.
I wish he’d come home ‘cos I feel all alone-
So what have they taken him for?

Who’s gonna pass on his trousers?
Who’s gonna...

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The Storyteller

he is always there, in those glamoured
dream soaked holy days,
etched keenly into the memory
a fixture of the summers
that flowed then melted into one another
to eddy around the stone bench
at noon, in the park of...

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On the first day of Christmas
Take Advent age of Xmas countdown

On the second day of Christmas
Holly was a thorn in the side

On the third day of Christmas
Ivy was a real creep

On the fourth day of...

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Gran
I’m at me Gram’s for tea tonight
She’ll have the fire stoked up nice
Run me a bath and make me tea
She likes to fuss and look after me
I walk through the door an I’m unwrapped
Scarf, Hat,...

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On a frozen April morning when the frost was in the trees
There was blossom like a snowstorm as the sun warmed up the breeze
There were blackbirds making music teaching angels how to sing
While the bees...

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christmas comes but once a year
and thats too much for me
ive never been a fan of sitting round a dead pine tree
my favourite sweets are humbugs
turkeys for the yanks
and as for christmas crackers
would i pull...

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holiday falsity
comes just like the
gathering together
during a tragedy,
when everyone 
“forgets” their
differences & bands
in order to defeat
the common 
catastrophe of the
moment---
that which is making
its best attempt to
extinguish us all.

that warm comfort 
whose warmth is 
churned because...

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Get a hobby and you will think it is Christmas most days,
Get a hobby and happiness will be with you to stay,
Get a hobby and you will see the world afresh each day,
Get a hobby...

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