'Twas the Night Before Christmas - A 2024 Poetry Challenge by Vivien Teasdale
'Twas the night before
Christmas, when all through the house
All the creatures were stirring, including the mouse.
The moths in the stocking that hung by the fire
Were the biggest e’re seen in the whole of the Shire
But down from the bookshelf, there came such a clatter
They dashed here and there; it had made them all scatter,
For the books had collapsed and the booklice were bitter.
The bats up the chimney, they set up a twitter
The beetles came wriggling out of the wool
Where they’d nestled and cuddled, but now they were
vengeful
They demanded to know who had caused this upheaval
First they questioned the dust mites and then the vine
weevil
They blamed all the fleas and their host, poor dog Polly
Who had supped Santa’s sherry and was feeling quite jolly
The creatures then tearfully cried, please don’t blame us
We’re none of us guilty, it’s dry rot, a fungus
Then the spider came down and said with sobriety
There’s a hoof on the roof, so end this hilarity
Just go back to bed, never mind wrong or right
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
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