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'I'm fed up looking like Father Christmas,'Muttered Father Christmas one year.'I need a new outfit. I must move with the times.So, for a start, it's goodbye, reindeer.'
His name is called and there's a pause
just long enough to halt a war
tame timber wolves and trim their claws
hide diamonds in a secret drawer
There she was on the news,Miss Goody Two Shoescaught on CCTV.
Don't look so shocked.Of course you know who – who else but Goldilocks!
He's the Keepy-Uppy Kid.
We're the Mafia catsBugsy, Franco and ToniWe're crazy for pizzaWith hot pepperoni
A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,Surrounded by servants but all alone.Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.
Eyes as wide as continents brim wih the water between.
Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.
Mouth seeks another language. Shapes a different air.
Midnight. A knock at the door.Open it? Better had.Three heavy cats, mean and bad.
I’ve got the Teach-them-in-the-morning-Playground-duty-Teach-them-in-the-afternoon blues.My head’s like a drum;My feet, cold and sore.I’m feeling so glum;
The light through the blind is a poem,
the way it illuminates air.
And the shadows that fall
on the floor and the wall
are signs that a poem is there.