Creepy crawly Christmas gunk
sludges into the holidays
with the foul smell of
eggnog, pine, cinnamon, and ginger.
It's horrid sight of sweater and hats
and a fat man in red
sneaking into my house
leaving gifts of my wishes
that I told no one about.
The stalker like feeling
in a song made for cheering
and my flammable socks
hung on the hearth by my fire,
society has made Christmas a selfish desire.
A worry of a mind
to get dinner done in time
using a turkey or ham
And stuffing baked in a pan
with casseroles
and a mass of rolls
with hazelnut pies
and brownies greased with chai
with a cheesy cookie bake
and a thick chocolatey cake
with breaking wind so easy
because now you have diabetes.
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Poems and Lonesomes
PoesíaIf you think about it, a poem can have more than one meanings, a poem can have straight forward sillies, a poem can have twists and turns, a poems can say what you see and what you portray, a poem is a poem, read of you please, but always remembe...
