Wishing you all a very merry Xmas from the South

There are no rhymes this Xmas - I don’t think they’re about;

they went with my gallbladder when they took the darn thing out.

This year has seen our village grow at alarming rates

so many of us live here now we’ve fortified the gates.

Our darling little Chloe, the light of our old eyes,

arrived at last in March (She’s healthy and she’s wonderful

and hardly ever cries).

It seems as though the sands of time are flowing all uphill

until we pick her up and ‘crunch’ we have to take a pill.

Ah well, small price to pay for such a delight.

If I’ve been out of touch and you’ve found me hard to reach

please won’t you just forgive me for I’ve lost my sense of speech.

Instead of talking Daly, Rich, Derrida and Foucault

I’m lying on the floor with Chloe going ‘yogle yogle yoh”.

which is quite seasonal don’t you think?

I’m on the brink of something big, I can just feel it

……..or maybe not.

What I really want to say is this:

I wish you joy and love and light

and that your Xmas tide be bright

I hope your wishes do come true

because I really care for you.

Now if I had my old gallbladder

I’m sure I could have done much better

 

 

Texture by Leschick called 'ugly'

 

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