Thursday, 6 December 2012

Der Stollen by William Newton



I have a friend
Who every Christmas
Gives me a Stollen,
A marzipan-filled
Log-shaped German cake.

Each year I leave it
Exposed in all its
Sugar-snow dusted Teutonic glory.
On tables, ledges and odd trays
In the hope that
Someone will steal it.

This will enable me
To realize a boyhood ambition
To cry out loudly
“My Stollen’s been stolen!”

I think people sense this
And because it is such a weak joke
They leave the thing alone.

By William Newton

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