
CHRISTMAS CAKE.
BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©
A month out of date
Christmas cake, I love you still
Crumble in my mouth
COFFIN
BY SANDRA HARRIS ©
On the news tonight
A little coffin shop in Spain
Where a woodworker prepares
For a COVID winter
Wash your hands
The sign read
Honey, you don’t have to beg
I squeezed the knob
Held out my hands
It came all on my leg
We called while you were out
Sorry we missed you
Your boiler needs
Regular maintenance
To ensure its continuing
Safe and efficient
Operation
Please call this number
To arrange a suitable
Appointment
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