Xmas Collage Poem - Bonkersly Good

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Fire burning over memories of Christmas

Santa is riding high into the silk sky

But he cannot come here with Brexit a tie


Donna chewed on Santa’s long toenails

As he snoozed on Blitzen’s fat belly


Where streaks of Pollock green ache

Like August clouds


In love with feathers and glass

As the fires take it all away


Widened eyes of the dirtiest faces

As waxen thoughts ooze.


If we realize we have time,

We can do Christmas differently.


Poor Mad Tony! – overtaking

celestial 192’s –

The prisoner's love telescopes the sky

For Santa’s magic sleigh


Tijuana trumpets on the roaring Tube –

Good, Bad and Ugly.



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Nigel Astell

Tue 11th Dec 2018 14:14

He was good he was bad he was mad
but we all loved Tony!

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