The Wicked Fairy at the Manger

No gift for the child

No wife, kids, home.

No money sense. Unemployable.

Friends, yes. But the wrong sort –

The workshy, women.

Petty infringers of the law, persons

With notifiable diseases,

Poll tax collectors. tarts;

The bottom rung.

………..His end?

I think we’ll make it

Public, prolonged, painful.

………………………………

Right, said the baby. That was roughly

What we had in mind.

…………………………………………………….

U. A. Fanthorpe ( Christmas Poems – BC-AD,  Peterloo Poets)

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