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Isobel Bircumshaw Poem
Bright eyed red nosed reindeer,
Raring frantically to go,
Waiting for that iconic signal,
A belting “ho ho ho”.
Flying gifts down children’s chimneys,
One house two house three house four,
With a beer at every stop point,
Ten pints twenty thirty ………… snore.
St Nick was sleeping at the reigns,
Rudolph does not know the way!
Has St Nick not learnt the rules by now?
You never drink and sleigh!
Little girls that longed for primrose dolls,
With sunshine golden hair,
Received tangerines, old whiskey jars,
And knitted underwear!
Blitzed fell out his reigns,
Prancer lost his magic bell,
All the little boys in Germany,
Got gift tags with “noël”.
Santa wakes up discombobulated,
Staring at a sign that read “South Pole”,
“Where are half my deer” he thought,
Has my years finally took its toll?
“I will continue with just one deer” he roars,
My sleigh will fly on Christmas cheer,
And what’s the fastest way to spread this you ask?
Just one more Christmas beer.
Rudolph’s eyes grow wide with fear.
Copyright © Isobel Bircumshaw | Year Posted 2023
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