The Nativity Play

Sarah Jarman - 28 Nov 18

The Nativity Play

The time has come,

Mrs Jones’ nerves fray,

Takes a moment to breathe,

It’s the annual Nativity play

Reception are in their class room,

Timothy in floods of tears,

‘I don’t want to be a sheep miss’,

Making eyes at the reindeers.

The shepherds wear their tea towels,

All very well and good,

But Bobby’s bought his dad’s,

Printed with an homage to ‘The Hood’.

Its almost time to start,

But Mary’s a no show,

Patsy saw her heading to Rainbows…

…No intentions to go.

‘Miss, I feel sick’

Tilly’s face is green,

‘It’s just a few nerves Dear’

Throws up all over Irene.

Donkey’s back end needs a poo,

The front end needs one too,

Angel Gabriel’s snagged his tights,

And his halo’s all askew.

3…2…1… doors are opened,

The procession makes their way,

Joseph’s finger up his nose,

Wipes it in the hay.

The angels forget their lines,

The wise men miss their cue,

Stand-in Mary drops Jesus,

Donkey decides on ‘moo’.

‘Away in a manger’

Mrs Jones sings solo,

Below her class are yawning,

And looking at the snow.

The final note, the hall erupts,

All the mums, weep,

Granny’s waving madly,

Tommy’s dad, asleep.

‘Best part of Christmas!’

Mrs Jones would agree,

But her head is splitting sideways

And she needs a G&T.

She’ll be there till nine,

Clearing up the hall,

But as the class wave goodnight,

She smiles,’ A Merry Christmas all!’

Sarah Jarman

Primarily a Mum, aspiring Author, Freelance Writer and Artist, Blogger, Foodie and Jewellery Designer just having fun doing all the things I love! My portfolio available to view over on my website www.saspsdesigns.com

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