I poured myself
down the hallway
my hips
and flanks enticingly
swaying just like a drunk
Christmas tree with
awkward ornaments
flying off in all
directions (Clattering
and Shattering)
so shards are in
the carpet. I’m a
happy Christmas
shrub spinning
without a mouth
flexing my appendages
in only my tighty-whities
singing “Levon” and
“Nowhere Man”
and other carols out
of the window
just like Scrooge did it.
Well now. Someone had a good time. Did you remember to send that boy for the goose? Loved it.
This tweaked my humour bone. Loved it as it made me smile. It is so quirky and expertly laid Ty
Well...God Bless Us, Everyone! ! ! In regards to your Ebenezer impersonation...remember, he too, recognized the spirit of the season, before too late! Clever scribe!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You arecca pedophile