Hello again everyone. I can’t bloody believe it, but this is my 50th crap poem in the series. I never would have guessed that my creative distractions would last so long, but here we are.
Today I’ve written a poem about the conversations I’ve been having this month, and I know many of you will resonate with them.
I don’t want to give the whole game away, but I hope you enjoy my 50th attempt at making you smile with bad, amateur poetry!
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November conversations
“It’s too early.
Turn them off!”
This time of year
He’s sure to scoff.
“Another wreath?
Last years was fine.”
Distraction poured.
Thank God for wine.
“That turkeys huge.
It’s such a waste.”
But I can’t help
Expensive taste.
“Not Christmas songs.
Turn down that noise.”
While he moans
I wrap more toys
“A Christmas party?
Not a chance.”
But I don’t care.
Cause I’ll still dance.
“Five more people.
Sleeping where?”
This grumpy, Grinch
Forgets to share.
“20 quid
For bloody cards?”
Each year we row.
Each year it’s hard.
“Christmas Eve boxes?
Clothes for the dog?
A feast so expensive.
Forgotten eggnog?”
“You’ve just gone too far.
We don’t have the cash.
I’m going to bed.
I’m getting a rash.”
“When I wake tomorrow
I want it all gone.
Christmas is cancelled.
My spirit is done.”
I know it’s November
I know it feels soon.
But Christmas brings joy
That we all should harpoon.
Suspense hanging around us,
The people we love.
Why not start early?
Give fun times a shove.
If it’s November
And you’re feeling low,
Turn on those lights
With a twinkly glow.
Invite people over,
Play many games,
Eat lots of brown food,
Light the log flames.
We all need some cheer.
Premature ain’t a sin.
Whenever you need it,
Let festive in.
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Thanks so much for reading and for being part of the crap poem readers crew so far! Here’s to another 50 💜!
Creative Steph 