Not sure what Masefield would make of this?

‘Tis the season, and all that. And, having started playing with poems I can’t quite stop. So, given that most people are beyond thinking straight in the middle of this seasonal chaos, here’s another poetic effort, not to be taken seriously.

And sorry, Masefield.

I must go down to the shops again or I’ll run out of mince pies,

And all I ask is an empty aisle, and a trolley to steer it by,

And a sausage roll and chocolate log, I can’t be arsed for making

All this stuff at Christmas time when everyone else is sleeping.

I must go down to the shops again or I’ll run out of Christmas cards

For Auntie Nell and Uncle Jack, both need our kind regards

And Jim and Jill and Great Aunt Joan who cannot be forgotten

And all the kids because, you know, we have to spoil them rotten.

I must go down to the shops again, to the hectic Christmas mayhem

For stamps and sprouts and nuts and spuds and puds, but then ...

See, all I ask is a good book and a quiet night on the sofa

And a box of wine for me to drink when the whole thing’s over.