Turkeys don't wait for heat waves
The letter box rattles      
As the cards all fall in.     
The postman rides off     
On his clapped out machine.     
            
That old box is opened     
As it glitters and shines.     
The decorations go up     
For ten minutes time.     
            
The tree arives     
From the market place.     
Half the needles are gone,     
What a disgrace!     
            
The Fairy lights are up     
And are tested out.     
For all they're worth     
They may as well be thrown out.     
            
The joy of opening my presents     
Under the tree,     
Is overcome by the pain of the needles     
Sticking in my knee     
            
I get a calculator,     
My brother, a book.     
My dad, the usual,     
A pair of slippers and a packet of fags.     
            
The turkey gets a tan     
In the new microwave.     
I told you turkeys     
don't wait for heat waves!