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Christmas Spirit

by rushforth 

Posted: 30 December 2006
Word Count: 111

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Christmas Spirit

Tinselberry bruised his credentials
and got out quick -

My sisters are convinced of a March nativity
and pray upon their backs.

Oh Tinselberry, Tinselberry,
where have you gone,
out across the car parks
shod in our distress?

My cousins knead the turkeys till they whimper.

Tinselberry, wherefore this shame?
Who are you fleeing from?
See what gleeful vermin have the run
of your decaying pantry -

My brothers gloat and toast disease.

We are divided now
between those who think Tinselberry deserted us
in the hour of our need,
and those who burn candles in the attic -

At the family lunch
the family devours.

denounce them.

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