Alfred’s Adventure

Alfred was a Polar Bear,
Who lived on Arctic ice,
And liked to spend his evenings
Underneath the Northern Lights.

One night whilst he was snoozing,
After quite a day,
The ice sheet he was sleeping on,
Snapped and broke away.

Poor Alfred didn’t know it,
For he was fast asleep,
But on he floated through the night,
Above the oceans deep.

At last Alfred was woken,
By the sunshine in his eyes,
He raised a lazy eyelid,
Then stood up in surprise.

He could see a palm tree,
On a beach of golden sand,
And a group of complete strangers
All with iphones in their hand.

Yes, they made him welcome,
It was nice to feel the sun,
He learnt to order stuff online,
And had a lot of fun.

But soon, he missed his snowy home,
He longed to be back there.
At times he thought, this isn’t me,
I am a Polar Bear.

Next day when Nordic Cruises,
Sailed into the bay,
Alfred took his chance and he 
Became a stow-a-way.

He had to stay well-hidden
For twenty days and nights,
But then he heard the captain say
“Behold, the Northern lights!”

Alfred leapt up full of joy,
He raced off on his own,
It was nice to have adventures,
But much nicer to be home.   

Christmas Wrap

The Christmas Elf was feeling down,
His spirit had been crushed.
Last to pack his presents up,
He felt that he had rushed.

Santa always told them,
“Take care when wrapping gifts!”
Good Elves wrap throughout the year
And work in double shifts.

But not this Elf, oh no, not he,
He always left it late,
Then rushed around on Christmas Eve,
In such a flustered state.

As midnight struck he wrapped a book,
And then another one,
His pile had almost reached the roof,
Five minutes he’d be done.

Dashing down the corridor,
Towards the waiting sleigh,
Down the curly whirly slide,
On to the loading bay.

“Where HAVE you been?” said Santa,
“I’m sorry” said the Elf.
He gave Santa his presents,
And retreated to his shelf.

Santa smiled and said out loud,
“Well, better late than never,
Your wrapping has improved this year,
The little bows are clever!”

The little Elf puffed up with pride,
And wiped away a tear,
But secretly thought to himself,
“I’m safe until next year”.

Too Much News

There’s too much news,
You get me?
Too much cut and thrust,
Too much consternation
And hardly any trust.

We seem to be obsessed,
With the battles and the strife,
We’re folding in upon ourselves,
We’re short-changing our life.

Let’s stop and think, Yes disagree,
And rage at the machine,
But understand the temperature,
And keep the playground clean.

Shine A Light

Today we’re outside fixing bulbs,
To shine at Christmas time,
I’m looking closely at next door’s,
But getting on with mine.

I like to put on quite a show,
But keep it neat and chic,
I start on Advent Sunday
And it takes about a week.

I don’t go in for reindeers,
Or snowmen on the roof,
Just garden lighting with a bit
Of sparkle in all truth.

Bring some light into the world,
To chase the dark away.
And twinkle like a Christmas star,
For Santa’s on his way.

Rumble in the Jungle

We’re going to have a hoo-ha
I can feel it in the air, 
Everyones on tenterhooks, 
Tread carefully out there. 
A rash of strong opinions, 
A clash of points of view, 
People lining up on sides, 
Not sure of what to do.
Tweeters chirping loudly, 
Red faces Facebooked too, 
Papers full of angsty cries
While we all sit and stew. 
And what’s the meaning of it all? 
Brexit? Could it be? 
No! Celebs out in the jungle 
with young Holly Willoughby. 

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