The  Post
Christmas  Poetry  Competition   2004

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Where I sit on the floor

Near the living room door

I can see, through the window, the sky,

And a tree that's all bare,

And a man with no hair

And a gaggle of kids passing by.

There's a bird in the tree!

And it's looking at me

With its red breast puffed out and it knows

That it's safe in the tree

So it's laughing at me

And I'm cross to the tips of my toes.

I want to go out

If I can't then I'll shout

But when I go out then I find

That the world has gone white

So I shiver with fright

And dash in, leaving footprints behind.

There's something amiss

In my house - what is this?

Have my family gone totally mad?

They've brought in a tree -

In the house! Can't they see

Trees live outside, you daft mum and dad!

Now they've hung it with things

That chime, and long strings

Of sparkly, shiny soft stuff.

And ribbons and bows,

And toys - I like those!

Though of course I'm too laid back and tough...

But they look so exciting,

To play they're inviting,

They're dangling above me and if

There's no-one around,

And I don't make a sound,

Then perhaps I could just take a sniff...

Ow! That was my nose!

And I've spikes in my toes

And a bauble just fell on my head.

That's it, I give in,

A cat just can't win,

Forget Christmas, I'm off back to bed.

ShazzPRME

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