There we were sitting in the coffee bar,
Drinking and chatting.
I looked out of the window
And there strung from a lamppost
To the roof were strands and strands
Of barbed wire.
Why was this?
This barbed wire looked lethal,
I thought it was illegal.
What was it there for?
Was it to stop Father Christmas
Climbing on the roof?
Was it to stop robbers
From stealing the coffee?
Why was it there?
As we left I passed the manager,
Who we knew very well,
And asked, “Why the barbed wire”,
She said, “What barbed wire?”
I told her where it was
She looked at me and laughed
“That’s not barbed wire,
That’s some Christmas lights!”
Specsavers – here I come!