THEME THURSDAY
asks us to consider an Event
THE BIG EVENT
Christmas used to be The Big Event,
Something actually heaven-sent.
The peasants, starving, frequently,
Found the festive jollity
Wonderful and so exciting.
Once a year they were delighting
In some truly sumptuous food,
So there was an ecstatic mood.
They were allowed to eat their fill,
And they went at it with a will.
Religion played a vital part;
The Christ Child's birth touched every heart.
People back then knew what was meant
When they spoke of a truly Big Event.
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But we, of this self-indulgent age,
Almost daily feast and 'rage'.
Over-eating is the norm;
We're entertained, we're safe and warm.
(Of course, my reader must realise
That, with this view, I generalise.)
Why! Even eighty years ago
A chicken was luxury! I should know!
And Big Events come thick and fast;
Scarcely a single day goes past
Without some 'festival of note',
Some reason to 'push-out the boat'!
And every night, on our TV,
We witness high-jinks jollity.
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When life is, daily, safe and pleasant
Can we know the joy of a simple peasant?
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THE YELLOW SUBMARINE
Such controversy there has been
About the Yellow Submarine.
The Beatles all along have said
That nothing dubious should be read
Into the title! Even so,
These gentlemen of long ago
Took drugs; there is no doubt at all.
With their money they had the wherewithal.
They wrote the song for kids, they vowed;
And of its purity they were proud.
It seems that, after the song found fame
Drug-makers pounced upon the name,
Producing capsules yellow-toned,
'Submarines' for getting stoned!
I know it happened long ago,
But I thought you aught to know!
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