164. Medieval Procession

In Conwy, I had a feast
Of sheepish dumplings,
Bacon-wrapped haddie,
When Huzzah! What dost I hear in the streets
But a parade straight from the dark ages!
With jesters and knights of plastic,
Princesses and papier-mâché dragons,
Marching with torches through the snow
Harking and barking with great gusto
As the crowds followed to and fro
Trying to see which way to go
In the snow.
And when they all gather in the square
To huddle under the Christmas Tree there
That rustic neighborhood holiday treat
Marked us all to join in carols.
“Ding Dong Merrily” – they began –
And I began –
The crowd did not began.
They chattered and swore at the cold,
They giggled with coughing and lolled,
And the knights were simply not projecting
Their voices dissipating in the thickness of air –
As the bored, restless crowd gave up on caroling
And stuck to caterwauling
While I retired to the Pen y Bryn
To celebrate on my own, with a scalding shower
And pretend the event was a glorious Christmas thing.