Christmas Humbug. Poem by Robert Green
Christmas Humbug.
November's here, let it begin
If you truly believe, then it's a sin
Humbug! Humbug!
Christmas has started, hear the plea.
All They want is your money
In this financial climate that's so funny
Humbug! Humbug!
Corporate greed is there to see.
People with no heart
Have it torn apart
Humbug! Humbug!
Religion and business will not let you free.
Look to the stars, for consolation
All you see is consternation
Humbug! Humbug!
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to flee.
They want your Dollar, they want their Pound,
They brow beat you mercilessly, into the ground.
Humbug! Humbug!
Money does not grow on a tree.
A child's heart and smile can be sought
But does not have to be bought
Humbug! Humbug!
I shout! hear my plea.
Old eyes will weep for those who have past
But fresh in memories that will last
Humbug! Sigh humbug!
Watch the child decorate the tree.
Let us all embrace Christmas's happiness
Put aside the sadness
No more humbug! Humbug!
Let the children play and shout, with laughter full of glee.
As I wash the families dinner dishes
Hopefully came true all your wishes
Humbug! Humbug is now a sweet
As I sit back and put up my feet.
Christmas should be reserved for December Robert, I agree. Come January, there will be Easter Eggs in the shops - humbug! !
Yes Poet i understand you completely! ! ! Here is the same way i feel the humbug in the air! ! ! ! !
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5/1/2024 12:20:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A child’s heart and their smile can be sought But does not have to be bought DEFINITELY! ! A lot of truths here that are part of the holidays....make it what you want it to be!