Poetry in Progress

The festive verse-a-thon is progressing well, though I don't know how I'll cope today as I've got a gig tonight and I'm knackered.

Anyway, here's a sample.

SNOWGLOBE APOCALYPSE

Pretty little snowglobe
Now your time is here.
Shake you up and watch
For the snowstorm to appear.

You were thrifted
And then gifted
From my mom to me
Bought in Compton Hospice shop
Only 50p.

Two little houses
Roofs all decked in snow.
Three plastic pine trees
All in a row.

Children running, screaming,
Arms in the air.
What are they running from?
Probably the bear.

Bigger than the houses
Bigger than the trees;
No wonder that the plastic kids
Are looking ill at ease.

With snow the size of teacups
Swirling through the air,
Freakish storms now to contend with
As well as giant bears.

And as the snowglobe's leaked a bit
They've got more to dread:
An ominous void that
Now threatens overhead.

Insidious little snowglobe
Apocalypse is here.
Shake you up and wait
For The Reaper to appear.

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