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Marcel Lucont’s Poème de Noël

The London-based, suave Frenchman pens an ode to our city at its most joyful time of year

It’s Christmas in London,
When we all pretend to like
Other humans, till a sale’s on
Then we’ll punch them for a bike.

It’s Christmas in London
And the banker’s getting fat
While the old will get their gas bill
And be forced to eat their cat.

It’s Christmas in London
When the wine is served boiled
And they call ‘a winter warmer’
Something I would call ‘spoiled.’

It’s Christmas in London
When the masses flock to see
Men in skirts who shriek out words who
Once made money on TV.

It’s Christmas in London
And it will be every year
Drink a Thamesful till you resemble
That most famous reindeer.

Marcel Lucont’s musical comedy album ‘Vive Lucont!’ is available now from www.marcellucont.com.

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