Chrismas Crackered

Christmas is approaching!
Not sure of what you’ll do?
Well, join the club my festive friends
I’m in a crisis too.

Will Santa have his face mask on?
Are grotto visits off?
What if all the carol singers
Catch a nasty cough?

After years of planning,
For that special Christmas day,
This year is looking hopeless,
With my plans in disarray.

Should we swap our Christmas lunch
For hot soup in a cup?
But what if plans change suddenly
And everyone turns up?

Pulling crackers will be off,
Unless they’re six feet long,
And meeting friends on Christmas Eve
Will be a right ding-dong

And don’t hang up the mistletoe,
That’s asking for some trouble,
The Government has made it clear,
Don’t kiss outside your bubble!

School plays have been rearranged,
Nativities on Zoom!
Broadcast on the internet
Into your living room.

Christmas may be odd this year,
Traditions put on hold,
But at its heart, it still remains
The Greatest Story told.

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Click on this link to visit the book store.

Just in time for Christmas! Cheer yourself up, or give a friend a lovely warm feeling of hope and positivity with this first edition paperback signed by the author. A collection of 80 whimsical (and sometimes thought-provoking) rhyming poems from Sheffield poet David Thornton. Written between 2018 and 2020 and featuring popular poems like “Climbing Trees”, “Being There”, “A Tale of Midsummer” as well as brand new rhymes never before published including the Lockdown Poems written between March and October 2020.

150 pages, printed in black and white with colour cover. Size 148mm x 210mm. Available to pre-order from October 27th 2020. Dispatched 12th November onwards.

Click on this link to visit the book store.

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Back to work day

My last day on furlough,
So, with trepidation,
I pack my computer
Then head for the station.

These one hundred days
At home, in the garden,
With chocolate and wine
As my arteries harden.

Mixed feelings have I
Of this time spent at home,
My journeys restricted
To dreaming alone.

Back in the real world,
Where all things will change,
I nervously view this
As frighteningly strange.

We must all move forward,
I’m forced to admit,
But I rather liked furlough,
At least, most of it.

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A Tale of Midsummer

Midsummer’s Eve,
In the strangest of years.
When nightmarish creatures
Became our worst fears.

Threatened by demons,
Who flew through the air,
Locked in our towers
And filled with despair

We trusted our kingdom
To do the right thing
But nervously worried
Of what that might bring.

We missed all the magic
Of friends in hard times,
When sharing a hug became
One of life’s crimes.

We clapped for the Carers,
Our own fairy folk,
Whilst damming the asses,
Who thought it a joke.

Gargoyles and pixies were
Flouting the rules,
As darkness descended
On all of our schools.

What a tale we will tell,
On next Midsummer’s Eve,
Of this time in our lives
We can hardly believe.

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The Dandy Lion

Roaring round the garden,
Dressed in his Sunday best,
Popping up in lovely lawns
And spreading out when pressed.

A splash of yellow sunshine,
Wildly roaming free,
A diuretic detox, for a
Sweeter garden pee !

Time-telling childhood blow-balls,
Torpedo on a stem,
Nice with ice and burdock
(That refreshing little gem).

A mascot for the army,
Resilient and strong.
A source of golden nectar,
For the bees all summer long.

A weedy lion for the quacks,
To take all pains away,
But most of all, a sign that it’s a
Blue sky sort of day.

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