“He’s been, he’s been” the kids they scream
And thunder down the stairs
The piles of gifts beneath the tree are
Answered toyish prayers.
First to find a box of joy
Was Alice tall and proud
She squealed and squawked and jumped about
Her happiness so loud.
But Alice wasn’t well behaved
She wasn’t good as gold
Because she’d been so mean to Poppy
She got a lump of coal.
Then Poppy found a gift so big
It made her look real small
She was ripping paper off off off
Her gift it was so tall.
And when she’d done she found a house
That was her hearts desire
A kitchen and a bedroom
And a crackling log fire.
“That’s not fair” Alice whined
“The coal I got is bull!”
“Why did Santa give this worm
a house so wonderful?”
Santa watched from far away
He magiced up a letter
It appeared to Alice then
And covered her in glitter.
“Dear Alice please take heed
of this Christmas Day warning.
Be nice to Poppy and your friends
And be joyful every morning.
I know you have the power within
To change things for the better
And I know you’ll do your best
After reading this very letter.”
Alice sat and pondered this
She was quiet for a long hour
A twinkle in her eye and smirk
Proved her mood it was still sour
She stole all of the Christmas gifts,
and stuffed them in a rocket
Then she fired them into outer space
Which sent them into orbit.
Poppy cried, and Daddy raged
And Mum she stood agog
Her little girl, her darling child
Had done something so wrong.
Alice turned and tossed her hair
A successful vengeful mission
She walked off then without a care
And became a politician.
Greedy Gem sat down to lunch
His mouth wide open ready to munch.
He wasn’t fussed about what he ate
He thought everything simply tasted great.
His Mum was sick of his greedy ways
And thought up a plan to make him pay.
The meat she put upon his plate
Was six months past it’s sell-by date.
Gem didn’t care he wolfed it down
The King of Food without a crown.
His stomach full his eyes grew heavy
His forehead and his hands got sweaty.
“What’s going on?” Mum heard him mumble
He rubbed his tummy as it rumbled.
It danced and jumped and swirled around
It made a marvelous whizzing sound.
Then all went quiet inside his tum
But it had moved down towards his bum.
He ran as fast as his legs would go
Down the hall and towards his throne.
“Oh no!” he groaned, he was too late
The rotten meat had sealed his fate.
When just inside the bathroom door
Poor Gem he pooped upon the floor.
It happened fast it was so violent
Then all at once his butt fell silent.
He took a step then slipped and fell
More Poopy Pete than Greedy Gem.
Let this be a lesson for the greedy ones
Who want to stuff and stuff their tums.
Just eat enough and take it handy
And then you’ll be just fine and dandy.
The day isn’t always welcomed by the sun
Sometimes it’s cloud and sideways swiping rain
Your face not always basked by warm suns glow
Sometimes it’s cold expands the crevasses of age and pain.
Though crest is hidden by crag or growth
The hills end naer moves futher from your grasp
The minds eye drifts to times and faces past
All futures lost to mental resignation of fate.
From one small spark a mammoth wildfire spreads
The gift of stubbornness oxygen to that flame
Ignites the heart and beats within your chest
One step and start it all again.
Me Me Me Me
To butcher Creep by wise Radiohead
Can express the things you’ve never said
To love oneself so much is quite an obsession
You wish you were an angel who was so fuckin’ special.
Instead you’re a cliché, a spectacular one
Surrounded by strangers, and trappings, such fun
Searching out something so precious a life
A trail left behind of carnage and strife.
Why won’t people just let you live as you want?
The only real answers to that are so blunt
Yet still you don’t listen you want to be free!
“It’s all about me, me, me, me, me, ME!”
The Wind Blew
I’m playing quietly, good as gold
My dolls are doing what they’re told
But something starts deep in my tummy
It’s like a pain but it feels funny.
It started low and and without grace
Rumbling scundering gathering pace
This sound could be a work of art
This most ginormous thundering fart!
The doors slammed shut, the curtains blew
The fire went out, the cushions flew
A howling gale consumed the room
And whipped all things off to their doom
The gusts died down and all went quiet
That fart gave me an awful fright
At least it’s done and all is well
Oh wait, what’s that? The smell, THE SMELL!