When frozen raindrops cling to trees
And fish are icicles in streams;
When sunlight shoots in blinding beams
And homeless cowed in doorways freeze.
When booted feet slide on the ground
And birds rely on dangling nuts.
When ice sits tight in water butts
And frosted leaves are all around.
When breath turns into smoky steam
And noses run like ancient cats'.
When old folk shiver in their wraps
And straying dogs grow wild and lean.
This is Winter's brazen rule,
Stunning bright and bitter cruel.
the fwd's vegetarian christmas
When I went vegetarian
My mother was aggrieved,
Convinced i would no longer get
The nourishment i need.
She sent me lots of vitamins
And healthy diet plans,
And often tried to fool me
With an egg and bacon flan.
She didn't really understand
The basic veggie rules,
That vegetarians eat meals
Made up of vegetables.
I went to stay one Christmas
And to save her perturbation,
I took along my own nut roast,
With notes on preparation.
The cooking and the alcohol
made mother pink and merry.
I sobbed to Sound of Music
And recycled the sherry.
We sat down to a dinner
Which made the table groan,
But no sign of my nut roast -
The turkey starred alone.
I peered behind the Brussells,
My focus sherry-blurred.
I said, 'Mum, where's the nut roast?'
She said, 'Stuffed inside the bird.'
Now, when people ask me
I say, with some contririon,
I'm not so much vegetarian
As carnivore in remission.
I applaud true vegetarians,
The strong who don't succumb,
But they have never eaten
Christmas dinner with my mum.
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