A HOMELESS CHRISTMAS

’Twas the night before Christmas and I sat alone

In my usual doorway that I called my own.

The people rushed past me, laden with shopping,

They saw what I was but passed without stopping.

Some kids laughing brightly skipped past full of joy

And made me remember when I was a boy.

Carols were playing, and we sang round a tree:

Daddy and mummy, and my sister and me.

Often I’ve wondered how it all came unstuck —

’twas sometimes bad choices, and sometimes bad luck.

But who can I blame while the world is so gay,

’cause tomorrow will be just one more lost day.

                                                   James Aitchison

A great reminder to give to someone this Christmas Eve who has fallen on hard times.

MOANDAYS ARE WEAKDAYS

Every Moanday I’m filled with dread,

I simply can’t get out of bed,

I pull the covers over my head,

And hope that Moanday will go away.

Every Moanday I’m filled with fear

The week lies ahead, bleak and drear,

I just can’t get myself into gear,

I hope that Moanday will go away.

Every Moanday I’m such a fool —

All my friends will be there at school!

We’ll play, have fun, and that’ll be cool —

And then I’m up, up, up and away!

                                              James Aitchison

THE SHARK IN THE PARK

I heard a shark bark

One night in the dark;

It was in the park,

(But just for a lark).

There in the moonlight,

Its teeth pearly white,

It gave me a fright

That terrible night.

Stop making a din!

You’d better come in,

And don’t flap your fin

At my garbage bin.

Mr Snufflesworse’s sniffles

Mr Snufflesworse

is in a bad way.

He caught a cold

the other day.

Despite taking pills,

it won’t go away!

When he blows his nose

the bed rocks and shakes.

Boogers come out

as long as snakes,

and when he sneezes,

the whole street awakes.

His sinuses are

chock-a-block with muck —

there’s enough snot

to fill a truck.

And here comes more phlegm —

Yuck yuck yuck yuck YUCK!