Crimble Loving

I’ve waited all year to bestow
A kiss beneath the mistletoe
A kiss to leave you all agog
Not just a cheap drunken snog
A kiss to leave you all aglow
A passionate kiss to let you know
That I hold a flaming torch for you
I hope you feel the same way too

If you believe that people, worse poets, who use the abomination 'Crimble' for Christmas should be shot, join the end of a very long queue.