Seasonal Shortage

[Roving Rich]

Seasonal Shortage

A shortage of Holly’s quite tiresome this season
the plants of the red-berry type,
Plus a shortage of toms when there are some,
the reasons you cant eat the ones that aren’t ripe,


And a shortage of kindness in weasels this year
Who insist on goading the gnomes,
Waxing mindless in Tesco’s with seasonal jeer
From a shortage of “don’ts” in the homes.
Hence with shortage of thought
they’ll turn bulbs on and off
Mum can’t see so she won’t call a halt
But their shortage of height means they can’t change a light
on the tree should a short be the fault


Then there’s shortage of light in the garden
Save the pale moon that graces the snow
But the rush of two torches from under the porch is
enough to set faces aglow,
Where there’s a shortage of wood to make structures
(who’s heard of a snowman's camp)
with a shortage of sense they’ve dismantled the fence
for a house and a pipe and a ramp


Truth to tell in December they’re restless
Still, we in the face of it might,
do as as-well to remember its Christmas,
when a shortage of grace must be slight.
Through a shortage of understanding,
We’ll arrive at shortage of joy,
True a shortage a careful handling,
leaves a shortage of toys for the boy.


Its not that a shortage of help from the weasels
is worse than a shortage
Simply their shortage of effort to please
Seemed unfeasible when they were sprogs
Now from a shortage of message
my verse seems it might
have been hitherto veering away,
from its course first envisaged
while themes mightn’t quite be
the ones it set out to convey :-


Of the Second Worlds shortage
of sought after solace
The Thirds with food shortages still
While the Wests current shortage of shortage
could shortly be shortened by shortage of will.
But the point with a shortage of time to conclude
Which in short I had sought to propound:
Is there’s never a shortage of Pillocks
At Christmas or all the year round

John Carter 1940 - to date

Cheers
Rich

 

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