Chelsea runs her A Mused poetry contest here. This weeks it is the Christmas letter, in poetry form… okay, what about this?
Anus Horribilis – my bum year
Well 2020’s been one hell of a year
Though as you see it deserves one cheer.
In January our eldest lad
Decided to become a dad.
His wife however wasn’t happy
And strangled him with a unwashed nappy.
While we were dealing with that little trauma
Debbie our girl had her own drama.
She thought she’d do home repairs
But impaled herself on the stairs.
We entered March rather nervy
When we heard Aunt Joan had viral scurvy.
If that wasn’t bad enough,
Uncle Martin choked on snuff.
In April Grandpa called a meeting
To say ‘I’m gay’ though any joy was fleeting
As Grandma Susan showed her ire
By setting the old boy on fire.
May and June, they were grim
When cousin Mervin dissolved his twin
And my dear papa fared far worse
When too much beer caused his spleen to burst.
The months from July to September
Weren’t the sort you’d want to remember:
I broke a leg, Jane had conniptions
While Tiny Tom ate the kittens.
October promised to be better
We were given an Irish Setter
But sadly I must report
The bloody dog saw me in court:
Apparently I’m responsible
When he ripped out the postman’s tonsils.
I was bailed through November
Which brings us to December
Christmas looms;
We’re fighting the gloom.
I know many dear souls have passed away
And it will be quiet come Christmas Day.
But let’s try, shall we, to take the positives.
At least I’m not feeding my bloody relatives…
fun post Geoff.
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Thanks Di
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Excellent
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Well, you’re got to laugh, haven’t you, or you’d cry at this anno horribilis.
Great fun post, Geoff. (At least I hope it was!) 😕
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Pure fiction thank heavens
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Love it Geoff…. Don’t get me started! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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I can imagine the frost at times. I’ve had a few chilly Xmases…
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Nightmare …
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Fun, Geoff.
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Very funny, Geoff. At first I thought you were recounting your year, then I realised it was fiction – or at least I hope it was. Enjoy Christmas! Regardless of who you must feed. 🙂
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I hope it remains fiction!! Thanks. Here’s to a nearly normal Christmas
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Good luck with that! 🙂
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Wonderful spoof on those totally obnoxious opportunities to gloat called “Christmas letters.”
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I really cringe when i receive one
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We used to read the out loud and then rephrase each line until we were laughing hysterically. My snarky spoof tendency is life long!
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These things are genetic. My mother had no truck with the self congratulatory self aggrandisement… or some such
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Nor did we.
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Haha. I was half expecting it to conclude with you eating relatives!
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Too much grizzle…
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1st I think you were recounting your year, then I realized it was fiction – or at least I hope it was. Enjoy Christmas! Regardless of who you must feed.
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Thank you. Rona Virus has dictated a limited guest list the little spoilsport
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The thought I retained after getting through all of that was: how does one impale herself on the stairs? 😀
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With a staple gun perhaps? 😏
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I hadn’t considered that angle. 🙂
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Ah! I obviously have a nasty mind!
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Lol I nearly called mine that but decided mine would be a late email! I loved in Geoff you always raise a chuckle 💜💜
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Try my best…
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Excellent 💜
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I have never written nor will I ever write a ‘Christmas Letter’ to enclose in our cards, but I don’t mind getting them, especially from people that I only hear from once a year or so, it’s a way to keep up to date with them. But my husband and I have rolled our eyes at some of the ‘perfect family’ ones as was mentioned here. And my husband even wrote one in jest just for close family members to read (I won’t reveal identities, but it included arrests, alcohol, drop-outs, jobless, good-for-nothing loafers, etc.), so while there were many years when our Christmas Letter would be filled with lots of interesting facts, NONE OF IT WOULD HAVE INCLUDED ANY FORM OF PERFECTION!
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