End of Shift (A Christmas Tragedy)
Tears
Trickled
Down her cheeks
At the sight of
The empty stocking,
The house, unvisited.
While, next door, Father Christmas
Looked at his watch, zipped up his bag
And roared home for breakfast in his Jag.
Tears
Trickled
Down her cheeks
At the sight of
The empty stocking,
The house, unvisited.
While, next door, Father Christmas
Looked at his watch, zipped up his bag
And roared home for breakfast in his Jag.
Alas an allegory of our times! Nice nonet Stephen!
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Stephen Gospage
Fri 29th Nov 2024 16:01
Thank you, Graham. I like the idea of Father Christmas as a sort of superior gig worker. 'Sorry, Santa's on his break'....oh dear.
And thanks to Nigel, Greg, Steve and Yanma.