A Cautionary Christmas Pudding Tale
Mum made a Christmas pudding.
I said, it’s not my thing.
Mum told me that in her day
It contained some shiny bling!
She said, when she was younger,
Every Christmas Day,
A Christmas pudding treasure hunt
Was always underway.
When the pudding was being made
With dried fruits, eggs and honey.
Last of all was added in
A little bit of money!
A three-penny bit and a sixpence
Washed, and with a shine,
Were put in there for luck she said,
For mum and her brother to find.
Mum gobbled down her portion
To beat her brother Ted.
But, apparently, she ate too fast
And swallowed them instead!
I said, it’s not my thing.
Mum told me that in her day
It contained some shiny bling!
She said, when she was younger,
Every Christmas Day,
A Christmas pudding treasure hunt
Was always underway.
When the pudding was being made
With dried fruits, eggs and honey.
Last of all was added in
A little bit of money!
A three-penny bit and a sixpence
Washed, and with a shine,
Were put in there for luck she said,
For mum and her brother to find.
Mum gobbled down her portion
To beat her brother Ted.
But, apparently, she ate too fast
And swallowed them instead!
This poem is copyright (©) Val Harris 2024
About the Writer
Val Harris
Val lives near Farnham in England. Her debut children’s poem was published online at The Dirigible Balloon, along with several others since then. Her poems have been published in The Caterpillar Magazine, Paperbound Magazine, The Toy Press and Little Thoughts Press. Her first poetry collection, A Classroom of Stars, was published at the end of 2022. She is @valpoet on Instagram and @dragontripper Val Poet on Twitter. Website: www.valharrispoet.co.uk
