poem by: Darryl Ashton
Written on Dec 16, 2017

I don't want a sweater
I don't want socks
I don't want cufflinks
In a box.

I don't want slippers
For my feet,
I don't want chocolates
As a treat.

I don't want pants
With my name in red,
Don't want pyjamas
To wear in bed.

Don't buy me books - 
I've a library full,
Don't buy me a hat
That's made from

Don't buy me a knife
With 20 blades,
Don't buy me expensive,
Top-notch shades.

Don't buy me a shirt
With tie to match,
Or aftershave that
Makes me scratch.

I don't want a rod - 
I've quite a few.
Don't buy me a kit
To make home brew.

Don't buy me a watch
To tell the time,
My old Pulsar will
Do me fine.

A set of clubs 
Doesn't interest me,
Or loads of presents
On the tree.

I've got most things
I'll ever need.
A wife, two daughters,
A dog to feed.

Don't buy me tools
Which used to botch - 
Just buy me a bottle
Of 12-year-old Scotch.



Tags: Humor, Rhyme,

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Ja Ja commented on Dec 16, 2017 at 4:27pm
A man of impeccable taste. No need for gifts of waste. Just a Scotch to stir the palate. Now that's a man with spirit. Thank you for the heads up
DONALD FRANCIS commented on Dec 16, 2017 at 5:14pm
I can relate to this. very good


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