I’m trying to remember the bit where Jesus fits in

When the ice is thin
you need to walk on your tippy toes
who knows what dangers lurk below?

Me, me,
I know.

supermarket trolleys in three foot of ‘cut ‘
dead cats, rats, a few fish?
don’t I wish.

mostly Irish
the navigators ate potaters
King Edward variety
irony?

Christmas day coming up
on the outside
me
on the inside
the corporates taking us
all for a ride,
have you eyed a bargain
or will you wait for the sales?
somewhere
a baby wails
and
that’s where I came in.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.