‘I hate Christmas –
it’s murder!’ she said.
‘If it wasn’t for breakfast,
I’d stay in my bed.
Why eat a turkey,
for lunch and for tea?
Why kill this planet,
when a lie-in’s for free?’
Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, December 2019
Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSilly (Not Savvy) Poems, Silly-Savvy Poems, UncategorizedTags:author, Christmas, environment, global warming, savvy, silly, turkey, Veganuary, vegetarian, writer
Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian
Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View more posts
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