like ham off the bone
I’m heading home to the market town
getting down with the real stuff.
I hope the still’s still there
and breathing steam
into the cold night air
you’ve got to have a tipple or two, you..
(..they should have put that in Oliver)
Just gonna put a face on, look
a bit like Fortnum and Mason,
If you’re waiting for the reindeer
they’re quite near and
just coming over the midnight sky,
Santa’s a bit shy so you might not
I’m leaving him a brandy, some socks
a mince pie and my electricity bill
you leave Santa?
forgotten the rest.
© 2016, John Smallshaw.