2003 Christmas Poem
The saga continues,
a year has flown by.
The reindeer are harnessed
and Christmas is nigh.
The sneering bus drivers
who left with their tease?
They’re back once again
but now speaking Chinese.
2002 Christmas Poem
‘Twas the day before Christmas
and all ‘cross the globe
not a traveler stirred -
not the young, nor the old.
Backpacks were thrown
in a corner with glee,
not to be worn
for a day - or a week!
My cold shower taken,
the squat toilet used,
I wandered the streets
to check out the views.