Salvation Army Poem by Lee Fones

think salvation army
is running pretty late
running down street so barmy
on floor tuba does grate

never heard, Come All Ye Faithful
played at a rapid pace
it really was distasteful
thought they're in a race

even the collection box
was running in a sprint
as knock on letterbox
raiding money box, I'm skint

Silent night, Holly and Ivy
all sounded in a pickle
although sounded lively
was still counting me nickle

So hopefully next year
await at the door with glee
I'll have a word in there ear
so they can play more in harmony