She looked out the window on Christmas day <br />And could scarce believe her eyes <br />For what she saw beyond all doubt <br />Was a wonderful surprise. <br />A motor car all nicely wrapped <br />With ribbons, baubles and bells. <br />She thought 'Of all the gifts I've had <br />This certainly excels'. <br />She loved her old car sure enough <br />But in it had no trust <br />So unrebloodyliable, <br />A four-wheeled pile of rust. <br />So she was thrilled and tickled pink, <br />'Oh darling! How nice this is! ' <br />She grabbed him, squeezed him oh so tight <br />And smothered him with kisses. <br />Then in her hand he pressed the key, <br />She thanked him and looked down, <br />But then her smiles all disappeared <br />And Changed into a frown. <br />These keys weren't new, she knew them well - <br />She'd had them several years. <br />They were the keys to her old car. <br />Now she was near to tears. <br />'I couldn't get another car', <br />He told her 'For I know <br />How much you love your Escort <br />And could never let it go, ' <br />'You are a rotten sod, you know, <br />You really had me going. <br />You must have known what I'd have thought <br />When I saw what was showing, <br />But I've got nothing new at all, <br />That wrapping is a jest. <br />Your sense of humour really stinks, <br />I'm not the least impressed! ' <br />'And nor am I' his curt reply <br />'Now just you hang about! ' <br />He started getting angry <br />And his anger made him shout. <br />'Why not unwrap the bloody thing? <br />I've got you something nice.' <br /> <br />She did - and found inside the car <br />A pair of dangling dice.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-present/
