Donal Mahoney


Holiday Parties - Poem by Donal Mahoney

Millie comes home bawling
from another holiday party and
Willie asks what’s the problem.

Millie says her friends are cheese balls.
“They’re all widows, short and round, '
and she’s afraid when Willie dies

she’ll eat everything in the fridge
and become a cheese ball, too.
Willie hugs his beloved Millie

and assures her with a kiss,
“You’ll never be a cheese ball, Darling
You're too tall. A cheese stick, maybe.”

Topic(s) of this poem: christmas, old age


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015



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