Etienne Charilaou Poems

In the book
of yes and no
it took
a moment's hesitation
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Everything is breaking down;
everything is going to pot.
Who can escape the rot?
But I say let's not frown.
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There are some who hate Valentine's Day.
I am not in their number.
Like Christmas it's over-commercialised;
but that's to be expected.
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In haste I read the Li Sao
for the hourglass empties apace
and I fear regret now
lest other works be unread
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Santa Clause scratched his head,
and thought, ‘Through a time-portal
we must have sped
because when I look around
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After many a year of being alone
and being frustrated and prone
to repining, ever residing in
a social limbo, oft of my own devising,
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What is the meaning of Christmas?

Is it presents and great food?
Is it decorations and carols by candlelight?
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Can I not stop myself from wasting time,
composing rhyme after rhyme?

In a circus in Denmark,
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The rich witch had an itch
to buy a plasmaphonic duosonic
universally lucky Himalayan Bluffanoni.
Now, why buy when you can cast a spell?
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