The Post Christmas Poetry Competition 2003
Created | Updated Dec 19, 2003
THE WINNER
The votes are all in, they have been counted, and a winner has emerged. Before announcing the result, I would just like to say a big thank you to all those who entered this year. The standard as usual was very high, which made the voting extremely tough, so thanks to all those who voted as well.
So without further ado, the winner of the 2003 Post Christmas Poetry Competition is ~roll of drums~
The Nativity Play By Lucky Star
Well done Lucky Star, a well deserved win. You were voted the best by your peers. Congratulations!!!
The Nativity Play
The chattering audience suddenly hushed
A child had appeared on the stage
A hand from the wings then reached out and pushed
Into this angel's hands a page
The Mummies and Daddies all smiled with delight
To see their young offspring perform
They'd even missed watching Eastenders that night
And braved the December snowstorm
Young Johnny was first - but alas and alack
He couldn't remember his line
The voice of his teacher was heard from the back
'The Nativity! Told by class 9!'
Two shepherds appeared in their striped dressing-gowns
With tea-towels wrapped round their heads
Fred was up first, his face in a frown
He took one step forward and said:
'We followed the star that shone in the West'
Classmate Bobby hissed 'East!', and nudged Fred
Who gulped and then blushed, but gave it his best
Saying 'The star shines o'er Jesus' bed'
A cardboard box stable was brought on by Jack
He'd just finished painting the door
He tried to be quiet, but still came a crack
As he tiptoed across the floor
Fred and Bobby still stood there, pointing aloft
But the glittering star didn't drop
They looked at each other, then looked for the Prof.
Switching arms so the numbness would stop
Little Tiffany's playing Mary's role
She's loving her moment of fame
She waves to her mother in her mink stole
And tosses her golden mane
'Here's baby Jesus!' she states oh so clearly
Those voice-speaking lessons paid off!
She holds by one leg the doll that's used yearly
The shepherds both begin to cough
Now Mary gets angry - they're not taking her
as a serious actress it seems
She swings baby Jesus so fast it's a blur
And whacks poor Fred's nose - he screams!
The blood drips on Fred's towelling robe as he sneezes
Revenge is what Bobby is after
He lunges for Mary, and grabs round her knee's
They collapse to the audience's laughter
This sudden commotion's not good for the stable
It starts to lean forward and teeters
And though Jack tries to save it, he's sadly unable
It falls on the 5 little critters
The parents all stand amidst the noise and the racket
The teachers are taking great pains
To get Tiffany, Bobby, Fred, Johnny and Jack out
From under the stable's remains
'Over mince pies and coffee the parents agree
what a great play they'd seen in the hall
and down from the gantry the bright star they see
casting its light o'er them all'
