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A Failed Handshake

A stroll, a glance, a little nod.
Reciprocated from, I think, it’s Bob.

A wave, a pass, a hand outstretched.
A reach, a miss, oh what a mess.

A head held low. Shoulders high.
Don’t stop. Don’t turn. It’s not that guy.

 

Head in Hands

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No milk today

There’s no milk in the office kitchen.

The tea drinkers are scratching at the walls.

Some have tried adding tip-ex to their brews.

Others are trying to milk each other.

A wiry woman boils the kettle, empties it and boils it again.

The salesman in the corner gnaws a teabag like a cowboy chews tobacco.

The drinker of black coffee strokes his beard, sips and smiles.

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Where’s my xmas spirit?

Where’s my Xmas spirit?

I’ve looked, have you seen it?

No bells, no snow,

no mistletoe.

No carols or singing,

not even a stocking.

My bones without cheer

and for this time of year

it just isn’t right,

for when I look out at night

and see the twinkle of lights

and trees with their tinsels

It makes me wish I will

wake up the next day

feeling merry and gay,

with mince pie in my hand

and a great marching band

playing yule tide tunes

whilst kids play with balloons.

Until then I’ll keep looking

for that magical feeling.

The wonder of christmas

and a big figgy pudding.

(Yeah, I sort of lost my way with this but you’ll let me off coz it’s almost Christmas… right?)

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