10 A babe is born in Bethlehem - Sun 26 Dec 2010

Here's a poem I was inspired to write yesterday while roasting turkey in 38 degree heat (that's 100.4 degrees fahrenheit). Just a bit of fun :)

A babe is born in Bethlehem

Twas a cold Winter’s night 

in old Bethlehem town,

everyone was inside

and their shutters were down

When upon the main street

a small sound did arise,

a light pitter-patter

and the glow of four eyes

Walking slow, came a pair

needing somewhere to stay,

but each place that they tried

seemed to turn them away

Yet the night grew cold still,

and the air froze the two

A white mist swirled around

and a frosty breeze blew

Till upon a small inn

the tired couple did come,

the old innkeeper said

“Stay here, soon-to-be-mum”

For indeed it was true,

the female was with child

she looked at the old man,

and it seemed that she smiled.

Out into the cold barn

the pair trotted with haste,

on a bed of dry hay

the young mother was placed.

With a whimper she lay,

the male sat next to her

He gently licked her face

and then nuzzled her fur

For twas soon he’d be born,

in that Wintery fog,

a great saviour of man,

Yes! The true son of Dog.


Linked to Poetry Potluck - Celebrations and Festivities @ Jingle Poetry.