Poetry in motion?

I am almost 35 years old .. blimey time flies. Vertigo has already asked me what I wanted and a small unambitious wishlist has been provided (no self assembly BBQ's this year appear on the list!)

All the reminiscing reminded me of the poetry I used to writealmost twenty years ago now, usually at three in the morning when I was unable to sleep. A variety of subjects but one that seems pertinent today ... Goliath has not been heard of for a while so it may well be that this poetry reflects the torment he is currently going through!??


PRESENT PICKING

That time of year is coming near
When the dreaded task is always asked
Presents must be bought
Cards must be selected
Nothing worse than to be caught
Empty-handed and left dejected
But what to buy
I hear you cry
Flowers, jewellery or ornamental trees
Something original which will definitely please
A tiger cub or a bedroom suite
Just make sure it's not something to eat
Oh my friend I'm going through hell
Anything will do I hear you yell
But what could I buy
That could possibly satisfy
The exquisite taste
With which I am faced?
No my dear I'm sorry to say
But the present will have to wait for another day!

May just have to torment you all with further clippings from my blue period!