Back in the late 60’s I experimented with what I called poetry at the time…although it reads more like song lyrics to me now. Anyhow, I thought I would share my rewrites with my readers. Let me know what you think…
Deck the halls with sparkling tinsel,
Blanket the streets with new fallen snow,
Clear the air of misconstrued knowledge,
Decorate with holly and bulbs aglow.
Busy elves working hard,
Greedy toy manufacturers too,
Competing for your hard-earned dollars,
Advertising applies the screws.
Dangling mistletoe overhead,
Gives maidens not only a kiss,
But a pinch and a squeeze from a dirty old man,
Celebrating the holidays with carnal bliss.
Exhausted parents in crowded stores,
Search baskets of ill-made toys,
Beggars of all sizes and shapes,
Prepared to steal from the girls and boys.
Poor old Santa comes again,
As he does most every year,
He knows just how good you’ve been,
Relax…try to calm your fears.
For you’ll get your gift of pleasure,
And keep it all year through,
Cause Santa knows what you deserve,
And by God he’ll give it to you…
Copyright 2018 Richard Allan Jones