Chrissy

 

Chrissy

 

We got two Woolies chooks this time,

And bread rolls, seeded and plain,

You know, for everyone;

And salad for the vego,

So, she’ll be right.

Glasses were raised for those,

Whose seat lay still,

And the bonbons broke the ice,

Making us Kings and Queens

Of paper tissue novelties.

Laughter heckled any worries

And the desserts came too soon.

We must see each other more often,

echoed on guilted lips.

Until, until,

December rolls again.

 

SARGE