Hello Poets,
This is a silly piece, but here I am with it anyway. If it makes you laugh, I'm happy with it. I enjoyed the opportunity to grouse.
Thank you so much for welcoming me into your group. These are not conversations easily found in daily life.
BAH HUMBUG
I do not have facility
For holiday tranquility,
'Tis past my small ability
To greet this time with cheer.
I do not care for Christmas trees.
I loathe hors d'oeuvres with processed cheese.
The reindeer carry ticks and fleas,
I do not want them here.
I will not visit Santa Claus.
I hate it when his beard is false.
Moreover, I won't go because
He hangs around with elves.
I can't bear crowded shopping malls
With Christmas music, Christmas balls.
The shoppers decking all those halls
Are shopping for themselves.
That mistletoe's a parasite
And carolers? Another blight.
If they'd shut up, then Silent Night
Would not be once a year.
I don't buy presents for my friends.
I don't eat darling Cornish hens.
I do not wish to make amends
Or hold my loved ones near.
I am not the least bit jolly.
I don't care a whit for holly.
Pardon me my little folly –
YOU may think it huge.
Still
Don't go Tiny Tim on me.
That soppy Cratchit family?
Please
Hang them from a Christmas tree
And you may call me "Scrooge."
This is a silly piece, but here I am with it anyway. If it makes you laugh, I'm happy with it. I enjoyed the opportunity to grouse.
Thank you so much for welcoming me into your group. These are not conversations easily found in daily life.
BAH HUMBUG
I do not have facility
For holiday tranquility,
'Tis past my small ability
To greet this time with cheer.
I do not care for Christmas trees.
I loathe hors d'oeuvres with processed cheese.
The reindeer carry ticks and fleas,
I do not want them here.
I will not visit Santa Claus.
I hate it when his beard is false.
Moreover, I won't go because
He hangs around with elves.
I can't bear crowded shopping malls
With Christmas music, Christmas balls.
The shoppers decking all those halls
Are shopping for themselves.
That mistletoe's a parasite
And carolers? Another blight.
If they'd shut up, then Silent Night
Would not be once a year.
I don't buy presents for my friends.
I don't eat darling Cornish hens.
I do not wish to make amends
Or hold my loved ones near.
I am not the least bit jolly.
I don't care a whit for holly.
Pardon me my little folly –
YOU may think it huge.
Still
Don't go Tiny Tim on me.
That soppy Cratchit family?
Please
Hang them from a Christmas tree
And you may call me "Scrooge."