Christmas poem #2

SIX ITEMS OR FEWER

The bloke at the check-out
tells the listening cashier

he’s the last of his family-line;
talks about his sweet tooth,

how he really mustn’t buy
a Christmas pud this year,

as there will only be him
to slather it in whisky,

smear on clotted cream
and all too slowly eat it.

from The Evening Entertainment, 2017.

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