Francee Bouvenir

Rookie - 25 Points (United States)

Merry-Up Chris - Poem by Francee Bouvenir

Raise up from being poor, as limit to know
Christmas has been on the down-low
Smelling the nutmeg in the Sweet Potato pie
fresh aroma will never die
couldn’t wait to eat, to survive
Those living in-between
it’s like watching a scene
So many lighted houses with decoration down
to the snowy green grass as the liquor-up whip
cream on the pumpkin pie made to last
In high society doesn’t matter how much they spend
never saw this on my end
Sitting around the table with skin so neat
while they eat expensive meat
In this world believers or not, from better to worst
St. Nick’s day will never be curse

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 1, 2011


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