Christmas Every Week: Breathalyser
Arnold Kellett’s poem warns of the dangers of convivial freedom.
Christmas spirit poured from bottles:
Drown your cares in demon drink!
Just another for the road, now
Always later than you think!
Demon drink for demon drivers:
Have another, don't be shy:
Now the Christmas lights are twinkling
In each boozy, bloodshot eye.
Who shall curb convivial freedom?
Spoilsports all who say us nay
Till the sobered flesh lies throbbing,
Slaughtered on the motorway.
Till the driver, though surviving,
Smashes someone else to death
Tragic, wicked, bloody Christmas
Horror held within a breath!
