Another attempt at perverting rewriting a Christmas carol for 2017:
(Bob has a lot to answer for!)
Once in Royal Tunbridge Wells
Stood a lowly shopping mall.
Where a horde of frenzied shoppers
moved like locusts through it all.
Searching for their Christmas loot,
Trampling others underfoot.
Finding bargains at the poundshop,
Cheap old tat that falls to bits.
Plastic toys all made of poison,
Tiny parts to choke their kids.
And the Christmas Trip will be,
An ambulance to A & E.
Spending fortunes on their own folk,
Presents that could sink a ship.
One month’s food to last just two days
Enough booze to float that ship!
Heed the message of our song,
Selfish greed just can’t be wrong!
Mick Canning 
(Y 🎄)
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Ooh! Can’t work that one out!
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Wonderfully apt!
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Thanks, Malcolm. It’s like that already!
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😉
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Perfect….what Christmas is all about.
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I knew you’d understand, Colin.
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I’m aggrieved that Christmas here is in summer and right now we’re having a heatwave. I’m sure I could eat and drink and shop so much more in winter.
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I can see the reasoning there, yes.
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Great poem, loving the first stanza.
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Thank you. And thanks for visiting.
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Sadly, that carol really does speak to how we celebrate Christmas these days!
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Indeed, Ann.
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Too much pomp and show. Not only the Christmas, every big festival ( I find things happening in the same way during our Diwali or DurgaPuja) has lost its true meaning nowadays….
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I’ve heard from several people over the last year that Diwali has gone that way. It seems a common theme.
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It is. Maybe the effect of modernization….
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I tend to lay the blame at the door of consumerism and the advertising industry.
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True. And, don’t forget the social media!
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Absolutely. I should have added that.
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