Ivan Donn Carswell


Festive Irony - Poem by Ivan Donn Carswell

you might say I am
the Spirit of Christmas
driven by a steady hand
on the neck of a bottle
of Cerveza complete
with lime wedge

this year I gave my friend
three flyswats opining he’ll
find superior utility in that
than a six-pack of said beer
– which he’s never been
fond of anyway

it’s a crazy time when
flies breed faster than Tahitian
limes can grow now Christmas
is a day away – he’ll see
irony in plastic swats to
control global warming
© 23 December 2009, I. D. Carswell

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 27, 2010


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