Love wains, they try to
keeps it fresh in the bedroom
Things in tight spaces

Love wains, they try to
keeps it fresh in the bedroom
Things in tight spaces

NO MORE FREEBIES
This time tomorrow
Chocolate, sweets and pastry
Contain calories
Christmas marches on
My diet, like the desert
Still lacks greenery
Eleventeen days
Between Christmas and new year
Warped reality
New year ahead
Filled with opportunity
To fail miserably
Hearth and home
Surrounded by family
Who now need to leave
Oh sweet leftovers
Turkey and pie for breakfast
Trifle on the side
Planning my diet
But not until new year
‘Til then, gluttony
The presents are wrapped
Fingers tear at bright wrapping
Disappointment, thanks…
Turkey and stuffing
Gets timings from internet
Explosive results
Baubles on the tree
Food and drink in abundance
Trousers fit no more
One a day…
Think of the children
The joy on little faces
Wish we’d used condoms
Hark a new year
Bringing exciting fresh starts
And credit card bills
Christmas family time
Touchy, feely uncle Fred
Gran is a racist
Guess the suit saves him…
Fat man sneaks into the house
With a bulging sack
Around Christmas hearths
Where families come together
And hate each other
unwrapping my gifts
Im so happy I practiced
Xmas grateful face
Christmas comes around
Joy on the faces of kids
Suicide rates soar
Dad says elves make toys
Chinese children disagree
In low paid sweatshops
People of all faiths
Celebrate the holidays
They cant all be right
Christmas dinner, yum
Scoffs Sprouts, parsnips and cabbage
Code BROWN, Farts with lumps!
Christmas indulgence
diabetes took my toes
Should have had salad
Christmas comes early
Amazon black Friday deals
Cheap shit no one needs
Works Christmas party
Photocopied family jewels
HR want meeting
A saviour is born
Who will bring peace to the world.
Or wars. And paedos.