David Shoestring Poems
- The Night Before Christmas T’was the night before Christmas; ...
- Life Of Cards In Life I’ve tried to play my card. I’ve ...
- Marks And Sparks I just farted in Marks & Spencers, Not ...
- 'New Money' - Englestead Close Englestede Close was much ...
- Power To The People? I call upon you, Dear Boy, To win the ...
- The Hot-Water Bott'all Poor old Paul had such a life Trying ...
- The Odd Hundred Thousand Pound... Memory - Is a worrying ...
I like the idea of using poems to add a third or even a fourth dimension to a picture or painting, taking the reader into the picture and sometimes back in time.
In the poems and verses I try to input verbal rhythms and speech patterns, tell a story or make comments about current events, political topics and day to day happenings. Sometimes humorous; sometimes sarcastic; and sometimes slightly poignant and sad ……
Much of my early life was spent living in Handsworth, a suburb of Birmingham in the UK and have since lived in a variety of locations varying from the water’s edge to bleak moorland; from villages to riot-torn Handsworth. I’m a news-addict with a deep interest in ... more »
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The Night Before Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas;
A knock came to the door.
T’was a message from the Shoestring’s
To say they’d moved house once more.
Well! Santa set fire to his whiskas;
Uncle Holly threw a fit.
The Elves doubled up with laughter,
They didn’t care one bit.
You see, the presents had already been labelled,
The Sleigh was packed and set to go.
The Stars were lit
And the Clouds switched on
To ensure a good fall of snow.
Rudolph’s nose grew visibly paler.
The Reindeers stamped their hooves,
Making sparks fly from the ...