December 23, 2016 - No Comments!

Oh Bollocks – A Christmas Poem

T'was the week before Christmas,
When suddenly Ol cried,
'We forgot to send cards!'
'Oh bollocks!' Dave sighed.

They'd nailed the concept,
A real work of art,
Actually sending them to print,
would've been a good start.

'What will our clients think?
Will they forget we exist?'
Not if I know them,
They're probably all pissed.

They dashed to the printers,
With their print-ready design,
Alas, they were shut,
'Gone out for mulled wine'.

'I have an idea!
That will set us apart,
Let's give them a poem ,
That comes from the heart.'

'Let's raise a glass,
To Bowie and Prince,
To Ali and Rickman,
And pies full of mince.'

'To Wogan and Aherne,
To cancer: fuck you.
And to our continental cousins,
We still love EU.'

To planning, and printing,
And poems by candlelight,
Happy Christmas to all,
and to all a good night.

Published by: Dave in Studio

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