When the original Only Yules & Verses book was self-published in 2013, an unsolicited comment appeared on Amazon. I call stuff like this little nudges of encouragement. Of course, for every flattering nudge, there are several pokes in the eye waiting in the wings. Here’s the comment:
“Only Yules and Verses is one of those special little books that you happen upon serendipitously. I have read authors' blurbs before extolling the mirth to be found in THEIR book only to buy the book and be severely disappointed. What an unexpected joy, therefore, to pick up this little gem and read it to the end with smiles, a few laughs out loud and some headshakes at the ingenuity of Joe Cushnan. I thoroughly enjoyed this and wholeheartedly recommend it to everyone.
P.S. I am not a friend or family member of the author, but how I wish I were!”
DAY ONE
On the first day of Christmas
My mother gave to me
A pear tree with a partridge in it –
And I said: “Just a minute,
What am I supposed to do
With falling leaves and birdy dooh,
All covering the garden path –
And what about the aftermath?”
My Mum comes home with shopping bag,
All laden with the Christmas swag
Of turkey, trimmings, wrapping paper,
Preparing for the Yuletide caper.
Off the bus and down the street
Firmly trudge her aching feet,
Through the gate and up the path,
Yearning for a steaming bath.
The leaves, the birdy dooh combine
To skid her into swift decline
And there she sits amongst the mess
Of partridge, pears and deep distress.
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