Pouring out this year’s Xmas Special
lifting up glasses to read this year’s nominations
in rhyming alphabetical order
Let’s do the do, you the you.
The list was too long
so let’s cut to the quick.
Pour that Xmas Special, Norm
and we’ll write the list in no time, give us me specs.
The family, the friends.
The Christmases past that forever send
Chistmas cards to old addresses
haunted by coloured paper crowned faces.
Raise your glasses to Christmas present and future.
What does that say? Oh, does it matter?
So pass that Xmas Special, Norm.
It always went down a storm.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
