The Christmas tree now stands in Sainsbury's
As you go in to shop. You're bound to stop
Astounded by the early nagging. Please
Don't play that Christmas pop yet while I shop
Gold star, your hold atop this silver prop
Of tinsel will intensify the till's
Tinkling, as your twinkling makes young eyes pop
And poppas ill with whopping shopping bills
This Scrooge-like killjoy cantankerously wills
The cancellation, please, of all of these
Festivities that chop down pines. They drop
And fester, wilting with wallet appeals
Listen to me, you glisten and you tease
But this has got to stop. Out of my shop!
Mon 5 Nov 2007
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