A lot of modern poetry is too hard to understand,
it has become too complicated for the uninitiated or casual reader.
These poems are by an ordinary bloke, for ordinary folk. © Chris Daws
Monday, 17 December 2012
A Christmas Present
The temperature is falling fast
its raining ice not water.
The weatherman has promised snow
and days are getting shorter.
The shops are selling Christmastide
just put it on the card.
all thoughts of thrift are put aside
and folks are shopping hard.
Its a commercial festival
the spirit is quite absent,
except for some, my daughter said
all she wants is a present.
When pressed for greater detail or
asked to be more exact,
She said she'd like a Christmas gift
in Christmas paper wrapped!