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Christmas for Monty and Robin

December 13, 2014 Leave a comment Go to comments

Christmas for Monty and Robin

(With apologies to Amarinta)

 

And while the critters were all hob-nobbin’;

The field mice and the red-breast robin,

A squeal went up, ‘what, pray, was that?

‘I think it is the farmyard cat.’

‘Oh my sweet holy Jesus

I think she means to come and seize us.’

 

The choir of weasels ceased their carols

And hid inside some nearby barrels

The robin sobbed and Monty cowered

While Monty’s mum, her courage flowered,

Stood before the cat and glowered.

 

It was just then the owl flew down

And scooped up Monty by his crown.

He said to Monty, ‘I don’t hate yer’

You understand all this is nature

I just prefer ’twere I that ate yer.’

 

And with one bite young Mont was gone

‘Happy Christmas everyone!’

 

On Boxing Day, Mont’s sister Matty

Who, for a rodent, was rather catty,

Giggled at mum, ‘Mum, can you smell it?

That thing. Looks like a puked up pellet’.

Her mother with a bitter scowl

Replied, ‘the laugh was all on Owl

It seems our Monty tasted foul.’

 

But what fortune befell that other beast,

The robin with its flame-red breast?

Did Puss enjoy a Yuletide feast?

Or was the bird’s demise more bleak and murky

Than simply playing feline turkey?

 

Gather round, all children dear

Sit quietly down and you shall hear

(A few, I ween will shed a tear)

How robin’s fate was more macabre

Than being served up with sprouts and carb.

 

The truth? An enterprising weasel

Pinned sweet robin to his easel

Dare I say, all spread-eagle.

(Quite ironic and absurd

For such a very little bird)

 

But this mustela Damien Hirst

Had yet to do his very worst

He called to all the farm yard folk,

‘Roll up, roll up, don’t push don’t poke’.

Then chuckled as he lit a smoke.

 

‘Feast your eyes, excuse the pun,

This life is still; such jolly fun.

I dedicate this piece to one:

Robin’s friend the mouse, who pre-deceased her

Take your time to look, she’s here till Easter.’

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Categories: Competition, General, Humour, Poetry
  1. December 13, 2014 at 10:31 am

    It has been so long since I posted here, that I have forgotten how to format. Sorry for that, as they say in this part of the world.

  2. December 13, 2014 at 10:37 am

    Amarinta? 😳

  3. December 13, 2014 at 11:01 am

    If you are copying and pasting into a new post, Sipu, it’s best to choose Text option not the Visual, then the formatting seems to be OK.

  4. Four-eyed English Genius
    December 13, 2014 at 11:30 am

    Tee Hee. The mind boggles 🙂

  5. January 1, 2015 at 7:49 am

    Sipu – this is very commendable and I should have showed my appreciation earlier of the fine craftsmanship shown. There are many colourful images here, beautifully if distastefully described. I shall comment directly in my judgement of the poetry competition within the next few hours. Thanks for taking the time to nail one to the easel!

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