WRITTEN FOR POETRY JAM
FESTIVE FOOD
Like everyone else, I lick my lips
At the thought of festive food;
I think of glorious goodies
And I'm soon in holiday mood.
In the final days of December
I'll eat and eat and eat;
Some dishes will be savoury
And others will be sweet.
Will I eat because I'm hungry
Or heading for starvation?
Or will I be spurred on by the thought
That I'm sharing a celebration?
The Western World will be gorging
And feasting to excess
While the poor people of the earth
Eat less and less and less.
The thought won't stop me eating......
I'm much to shallow for that.
But it does seem awful that they're so thin
And we're so disgustingly fat.
Can this wrong be righted?
Not, I fear, in my short life,
But for sure the gulf between us
Will one day lead to strife.
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Once there was a butterfly
Flitting through the air,
Waving it's lovely coloured wings
Without a single care.
Then it saw a little girl
On the ground below
And a feeling of great discontent
Began to grow and grow.
'What do I care for the bright blue sky
And flitting from place to place?
I know I'd be much happier
If I sat on that pretty face.'
And so that butterfly flew straight down
And spread its lovely wings
All over the face of the little girl!
So that made TWO pretty things!
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