KITCHEN CONFUSION.
 
 
The Women were busy,
Always busy,
Part taking of Sherry,
Having their fill of Christmas Pudding
                    And Pie,
 
Red of Cheek,
And short of breath,
They heaved ‘n’ they Puffed,
Basting their bird,
Feeling the heat,
Of  Oven ‘n’ kitchen,
Or was it the  Wine?
 
For Christmas had come,
Pulling their Cracker,
Carolling,
Giving,
One to another,
For the Virgin had come,
Just as our Snows,
So to was the World,
In its  kitchen Confusion.