Here’s a poem I wrote one December after a stressful Christmas Eve shopping trip.
The King of Kings is coming
I’m off to buy a tree
and baubles and some tinsel
and some yummy things for tea
The King of Kings is coming
I must get the presents wrapped
Nice perfume for Aunt Mabel
Turkey Whiskas for the cat
The King of Kings is coming
Have I bought enough mince pies?
The shops are closed for one whole day!
Will we have enough supplies?
The King of Kings is coming
It’s time to celebrate
So get one more drink down you
Becaush it’s Chrishmash, mate
The King of Kings is coming
He’s knocking, can’t you hear?
Oh shush, I want to watch this film,
Let’s pretend that we’re not here.
© Meirav M. 2000
(Yes, I wrote this back in December 2000.)
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