A change is called for.

a poem

 

A change is called for.

 

We always tend to over cater

And eat the leftovers later

Until we’re sick to death of them

This year a different stratagem

We shall dine out on Christmas day

It will be worth the price we pay

No washing up which must be done.

We can relax and just have fun

Probably drink a glass or two

Of our very favourite brew

My lady likes bubbles in her wine

But I prefer the taste of mine

Good old fashioned bitter beer.

In this we differ always I fear

It matters not for we have got.

A sufficient supply of both

To meet our needs and nothing loathe.

We’ll drink a toast to absent friends

To friendships which will never end

To friends who we may never meet

We could walk past them on the street

We will still drink to their good  health

 and wish them health and happiness

We will succumb eventually

And fall asleep on the settee.

 

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

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Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

Drink one or three for me.

[The Scholar]

Haha, I agree with you indeed about the eating out part. How convenient! This one gave me a laugh, and I love the rhyme scheme.
I liked especially the lines,
"To friends who we may never meet
We could walk past them on the street."

I don't know exactly what train of thought that led me onto, but it did make me think.