Drones purchased from the service cluttered the sky, £5 just to breathe, it brought a tear to the eye, Marshmallows to roast on a chilly winter evening, £6 each please, with sticks at no cost, if you can believe, They got us in early to rake in the cash, With long lines and little to offer, it’s quite the clash, Braving the cold, mud, and parking, it’s funny indeed, Just wait until you see the show, it’s not what you need… Anticipation was rising, holiday spirit was fading, Want your money back? There’s no use in debating, The show was shockingly late, disjointed and broken, I’m sorry madam, but this stall doesn’t take that token. A cheeky host trying to keep spirits high, Doing his best while we all wonder why, What’s about to happen under the night sky, Is a terrible waste of time, oh my, oh my. Perhaps a festive song to lighten the scene? Or something more painful, is that too mean? Take the mic from the wannabe star, That sound she is making is truly bizarre. To warm us and spread some holiday cheer, Enjoy hot chocolate for the price of a beer, Christmas snacks and crafts, you’re out of luck, Hand over £5 and you can try to hook a duck! A line for each stall, concession, or ride, When the show goes awry, we can always hide, The rollercoaster, just a tenner for two, It might take longer to spend a penny in the loo. Is this really how we kick off the holiday season, Overcharging folks without any reason? Just give us your cash, scan here or pay in hand, We’ll empty those pockets, isn’t it grand? But it’ll all be worth it when the show begins, Because Rudolph holds a place in all of our sins, Some noise, some lights, the story’s about to unfold, I hope it’s worth it, it’s freezing and cold… Then what should appear to my wondering eye, Some odd creature and perhaps a reindeer flying by, I thought to myself, that can’t be the jolly Saint, Drones tumbling from the sky, a little too quaint… I can’t recognize the figure, is that Santa or an elf? I bet he wishes he were home on the shelf… I can spot a whistle, perhaps a hammer and shop, And then most of the drones decide to just stop. Ending in darkness - a lone drone in the sky, As the story drags on, unaware of the lie, Alas, the hundreds reduced to just one, We all thought it would be a bit more fun. So next year let’s spend our money a bit wiser, Read the fine print and find a better provider, Or better yet, donate to a charitable cause, Get in the good books for old Santa Claus. Exiting this car park will be quite the fight, But to all a merry Christmas and to all a good night!
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