A Revolutionary Christmas In Rhythm & Rhyme - A Comic Poem

I wrote this Christmas poem in 1999 just for a laugh - it can be quite fun if you start reading it out aloud quite slowly, progress to fast and furious in the middle, then slow down again as you reach the end. Xmas Cheers To All.

There once was a chappie called Santa

Who carried the slogan, his mantra?

"To be better than best

Above all the rest

Provide quality toys

For all girls and boys".

Now this chappie called Santa

Dressed in red, with no antler,

worked all year long

supplying requests and

reading bequests.

His business was thriving

with letters arriving from

all over the world.

But his winters were dark.

His nights long,

His summers just short bursts

of cheerful song.

So to balance his act

the hot with the cold,

he decided to get shot

of the lot.

He sold off,

outsourced his ideas

to a local spot.

The new Firm was called "Paws"

Prancer, Dancer and Son,

who, by dint of their jaws

plus publicity ads.

yearly conducted

enormous sky races.

to various places far flung.

Their efforts unsung

and trembling with pride,

they flew high and wide,

passing all in their stride.

Where with slather and might

they raced taut and tight

to deliver on time

great joy and delight.

But then.......,

one day the man from Transport arrived.

And he said,

"The reindeers are to be unionised

Their names equalised

The workshop politicised

Toys globalised.

Make everyone the same

It’s cheaper that way.

Rationalise the elves

Do away with the fairies

The gnomes have to go.

No matter they have no homes

but here - where they work long hours

in ice, sleet and snow".

You’ll take a number

For a toy for Down Under

A game for the boys

"Sheer Drudgery"

The girls a doll

"Cumgudgery"

Deliveries will be made

through weather asunder.

A tough trade

for the Subies at the pole,

all striving to meet

budgets, production and flow.

Well........,

their revolt was hard

their revolt was long.

became International

as reindeers irrational

raced over roof tops and back.

Polarised they broke with convention.

sought intervention.

From the top.

From the Man.

"Clause" Himself.

He intervened

contravened the orders

from Transport.

Took over.

Re-engaged his staff

elves, fairies and dwarves

who just for a laugh

stowed away in the

beak of a stork,

on a Christmas push

to visit the land.

Both urban and bush.

They lurked,

looked and listened,

enjoyed green space

with the human race.

Relished old ways

Not user pays.

Enjoyed Christmas at a slower pace.

Copyright: a.a.gallagher:

all rights reserved

1999.

for more of my Christmas hubs please go to

http://hubpages.com/hub/HubMob-Weekly-Topic-Christmas-Countdown.

http://hubpages.com/hub/Christmas-Food-Planning-For-The-Big-Day

http://hubpages.com/hub/Christmas-Day--Your-Food-Plan

http://hubpages.com/hub/Puddings-For-Christmas

For more Poetry by me please check out the following links:

http://hubpages.com/hub/An-Australian-Poem--Sun-Dartshttp://hubpages.com/hub/On-Persian-Rugs---A-Tribal-Song

http://hubpages.com/hub/HubMob-Weekly-Topic-A-Revolutionary-Christmas-In-Rhythm--Rhyme

http://hubpages.com/hub/The-Messenger