A poem for Christmas
Anne got stuck in the mud,
yes, Anne got stuck in the mud!
The fingers are pointing,
And legs are disjointing -
Pushing the car from the mud.
The sportsmen are waving their fists
“Our field should not be dismissed
as a mud-larking dell”
They unitedly yell
At Anne – who has very red face.
Mary and Joseph must struggle
to find their way out of this muddle.
They have a firm date
and mustn’t be late
for the Tiddlers nativity fete.
Eventually everything’s fine:
Mary, Joseph and baby on time.
The car is now back
on a much firmer track
And what won’t wash out in the machine will remind us all of the trouble we went to in order to celebrate Christmas with the under 5s!