Rather a nice piece of accidental seasonal poetry here from one of Harborough’s leading kebab shops.
A literary critic writes – Although the allusion to Yeats is unmistakable, the fractured syntax and apocalyptic imagery also seems to me to hint at the ‘Fire Sermon’ section of Eliot’s ‘Waste Land’.
And Mery Christmas Beast Wishes from me to you all too.
The Crimson Rambler 
I admit, I am stumped at “Flames Every One.”
In fairness, it’s not quite as random as it looks. Flames is the name of the shop.