(a/n - okay, so poetry helps me to get muses and to celebrate the fact that some kind soul UPLOADED THE MISSING BREAD EPISODES I am going to write this. And I've had little time to write recently, and poetry usually comes quickly to me.)

All You Need Is Love

Christmas is a time,

For cheer and joy and hope,

Yet Martina feels none of this,

All she can do is mope.

For come every December,

And late November too,

The world is filled with happiness,

And life appears anew.

Martina wants a piece of it,

Though she claims she's done with men,

Yet her eye cannot keep wandering,

Over and over again.

That fellow related to the Boswells,

He's a nice young bloke,

Who cares if he is married,

He wouldn't tell any folk.

What about Shifty? Martina thinks,

He might need somewhere to go,

But then she remembers the pain he's caused,

And he gets a resounding no.

She shuts up her station,

And begins her journey home,

Dwelling on her loneliness,

As through the streets she must roam.

Past a cheap hotel she goes,

As couples dance about the town,

She notices how happy they look,

As she wears a constant frown.

Out comes a familiar face,

Joey Boswell, nonetheless,

With some imbecilic trollop,

They look a right old mess.

She knows what they've been doing,

And it makes her really quite sad,

Though she cannot place the reason why,

It makes her really mad.

Perhaps it is because she's lonely,

Or loves her job too much,

But she can't help notice,

That she's drawn to the Boswells and such.

So Martina really is lonely,

While the Boswell males cloud her mind,

Joey, Shifty, Oswald,

They seem to be her kind.

The Beatles floats through windows,

Liverpool's saints of above,

And Martina finds one question in her mind:

Is all you need love?

(a/n - so, a short thing to celebrate the uploads! And to try and make Martina's actions in the Christmas special seem less OTP crushing. Reviews and favourites are always welcome -.-)