6th day poem for xmas

On the 6th day before xmas, my true love sent to me -

Six thoughts in brown bag, a sweet unwrapped.
His own soccer kit, unwashed, dog licked,
a palm leaf. and a ticket for foreign shores.
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I read his six thoughts carefully: marked
all the ones that applied, and jumbled the rest.
laid them to rest. I threw my own into the pot
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ladled them round with the wooden spoon.
The stiff christmas pudding, deep with fruit,
said its own sweet nothings - times six
with fivepences, and wrapped boot laces.
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(c) rjl 2011