Twas the day after…
[NOTE: Another recycled poem, slightly edited this time.]
Twas the day after Christmas, when all through the house,
Creatures were stirring and starting to grouse.
Torn wrappings were strewn round the floor, what a mess!
It’s time for the gift returns, bringers of stress.
Full stomachs were grumbling from too much good eating,
Yet leftovers beckoned “Continue the treating!”
And bloggers returned to their usual whining,
So I’ll stop the rhyming and start the opining.
Please stick with the rhyming and dump the opining
Said world-weary readers with their usual whining.
unless we drink, due to the need,
the snowy bottomless mead,
so wanted, yet restricted, yet prescribed.
So, is this a sonnet?
Not yet, I presume, lest I regret.
A sonnet has 14 lines, as I recall from high
school, but what do I know, I cry.
The main thing is we comment,
and sound so erudite,
despite the content,
Who founded this continent?
But, I regress.
It’s all about HOPE and CHANGE.
I know you, and you know me.
(So how many words did I mispell?)
(Call it RAP poetry….)
More grog for the crew!
Coexist ?
or Convert or Die !!!
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