Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder

‘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

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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.

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