Bah! Humbug.

This evening Martin at A Gap in the Cloud suggest I try an Acrostic Poem entitled Bah Humbug. Well what’s a girl to do?

Bah! Humbug a Christmas Acrostic Poem.

Image from Pixabay

Blast I don’t like Christmas tide
All the clamour makes me want to hide.
Hope and charity have lost their stride.


Hauling home the endless shopping
Uncaring of the homeless, it is shocking
Must get, must have it’s all hype
Blaring adverts brash and trite
Unkind, selfish, too much spent on Christmas fare.
God’s gift forgotten, most don’t give a care.

© willowdot21

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 23/19

Shelly Krupa

It’s Saturday and yesterday LindaGHill gave us our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday or #SoCs if you prefer. Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “flyer/ad.” Look at the latest ad you got in the mail (if it’s a store flyer, choose the product right in the middle of the page) or choose the next online ad you find, and theme your post on whatever the product is. Do not name the brand if you hate it, unless you add that it’s an opinion/review of the product in question. You don’t want to chance getting sued.

John Lewis and Waitrose

Why do I love this advert so much
Is it the little redhead that adds the magic touch.
Or is it excitable Edgar that reals me in
With cute flaming nostrils and scaly dragon skin.
It’s not because I worked for them in an earlier life
Waitrose to precise where customers caused me strife.
Or the beautiful perfect Christmas cheer that it portrays
My dreams of all that happiness has long been blown away.
Is it the food and decorations concealed within the story
All the company’s Christmas fair displayed in all its glory.
Is the plaintiff song, sung in a hopeful tone
The guys voice, or the way it’s sung that gets me heart and bone.
Or is the two pregnant pauses
Before he bursts into song again wining my applauses.
I don’t now what it is that makes love it so
But like every year as always their advert is a winner.

This is a Disclaimer, I have nothing to do with John Lewis and Waitrose and partners. I just love the advert.

This is part of LindaGHill’s #SoCs.

New Year Meets Old.

Death wheeling in the New Year[/caption]

 

It was late,  the  last  day of  the  year was  done and leaving  no  doubt

Death  was  pushing in the New Year as  Old Father Time was on his  way out.

Everywhere  plans  were  being made for  beginnings  shiny  and  new

Death  and Old  Father Time raised  an eyebrow it was all rubbish, they knew.

 

Death  knew  he  would spend  his  time  as he did  time and  time  again

Just doing his job with out  complaint , clearing up  the fall out  of mankind’s pain.

From  the crashed  car, to  a  bomb in a cafe, a knife  fight in  the dark

A plane crash, train wreck, a war, climbing  accident or tragedy  in the park.

 

Old Father time  had  seen it  all , in technicolour  more  than once  before

He  patted Death on  the  shoulder  as he  trudge  towards the  sunrise once more.

He slipped  on spilt  blood on  the  floor and  stepped over  miss chances

He  knew  them  so well, he passed  by  the  plotters and  suicides ready for one way dances.

 

A cry  from the pram made  the old guys  both jump,

Why did hope always  arrive at  this  time of  year, in  this dump

The  New  Year was  gurgling  and  burbling  with joy, eyes  bright on horizons new

Painting rosy lies  across  the world, closing it’s  eyes to badness  and  feelings  of  blue.

Happy New Year[/caption]

Christmas Cheer

Christmas shopping

Christmas shopping

See the reflection in the Christmas ball does it tell the truth does it open up and show us all? The presents around the tree are they really exactly what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear, are we all relaxed and full of good cheer. Did the food all get to the table without a hitch did everyone get on all day with out thinking someone is a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill? Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill. Do you really need another drink , hey , no don’t just chuck those glasses in the sink!

If you are not happy, don’t tell me today  because Christmas is supposed to be special and so all has to swept up tidy and hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife and uncle nobby  can rob a young child of their peaceful life. Nothing changes nothing ends, peace and quiet does not descend. The poor are still poor and hungry the irritable are still  brutally  angry sadly all the bad things do not go away just because it’s Christmas Day.

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