A Christmas Poem

For harassed and busy Mums (and Dads) everywhere:

Christmas Aftermath

Both the fridge and freezer
Are groaning with Christmas food
But having fought to buy the stuff
I’m just not in the mood.
There’s sausage rolls and crisp mince pies,
A joint of gammon too,
Trifle, pigs in blankets, cream,
All those calories to get through.
With a full traditional dinner,
Bloated tummies will appear
And breaking wind thanks to sprouts
Will accompany Christmas cheer.
They all have a good sell by date
So will last a little while,
Chocolate figures and turkish delight,
And marshmallows to make you smile.
Overloaded, stuffed and round,
We’ll have sandwiches instead,
But on reaching into the cupboard
I find I forgot the bread!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to A Christmas Poem

  1. Sadje says:

    Yes, this is a familiar scenario!😛

  2. Reblogged this on pensitivity101 and commented:

    I’m reblogging this in response to Sarah’s Saturday Mix.
    The fridge is still groaning here , and we haven’t even started on the cupboards yet!

  3. willowdot21 says:

    Perfect poem Di , spot on 💜💜💜

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