A Drone f Christmas

'Ee wants a drone f Christmas!'
she sayz goin on an on an on
as she searches the Sale
of smellies, 'lectronic cars,
quizzes in fancy, silver tins,
cardboard face masks
an ping pong with beer glasses.

'Ee've set is eart on it!'
she keeps repeatin
past chocolates in pyramids
an ewge Italian cakes
size o rabbit utches.

'What ee'll do with it
is beyond me mind!
Blow up nex door,
or take photos of er opposite
when she's showin her all?
I'm beginnin t think.....'

I jest wanna tell er -
'Yew won' find one yer,
but if yew try bottlin
yewer voice, put a stopper on,
​yew'll ave the perfect one!'