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Tonight I have a visitor
A Christmas fly
It buzzes round my pudding plate
Then drifts on by
It's up there on the Christmas tree
Serene amid the greenery
Come straight from hell for company
My Christmas fly
It flies about content to share
A sausage or a stale eclair
In short the usual Christmas fare
It circulates on coloured wings
A thing of air inspecting things
And often it alights upon
A page from the Satyricon
I call it Shem. Together we
Revolve around our Christmas tree
Rehearsing seasons long ago,
Talking of Michelangelo
(So I surmise, for no-one knows
Precisely how its thinking goes)
And did this fly whose name is Shem
Once buzz about in Bethlehem?
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