Another Christmas Poem (Poetry)

Each year I wrote a special Christmas poem
and sent it to you as a thoughtful gift
more personal than aftershave or cufflinks
my motivation never one of thrift

I’d hoped you might regard it as romantic
and imagined you would read between the lines
the evidence of my sincere affection
maturing like the finest of fine wines

Each January as regular as clockwork
your thank you note wished me the best of health
the kiss beside your name was less than thrilling
a girl gets chilly sitting on the shelf

This year I’m lost for words since the announcement
of your marriage in The Times for all to see
it’s an awful shock to find I’ve been passed over
for that brassy blonde presenter on TV

She flaunts fake breasts while I bear only Nature’s
more subtle charms — the classic B-cup’s rhyme
aimed to enchant a man of taste and culture
but wasted on a F-cup Philistine