Thursday, 31 December 2009
Happy New Year! - G Clair
The poem I really want
looks great in gilded font
the words, they flow and mistletoe
is hung from verse to haunt
I'll try to draw a picture
to pull your mind away
though awkward were those first two lines
I think I'll let 'em stay
My fancy overrated
poems are soon created
down in the heart, true verses start
and imagery related
the thoughts that I am thinking
though strange are sometimes nice
I'll need some fluff to write this stuff
mere words will not suffice
so pour the steaming chocolate
and dish us up some pie
come sit here and have some cheer
and toast the year goodbye!
Let's snuggle up together
and contemplate time's passing
make some plans and rattle some cans
we'll have ourselves a gassing!
We'll get those angels humming
hymns with harps a-strumming
ain't it true, without the hue
plain poetry is numbing?
Say can't you turn that channel?
it's driving me to tears
a marathon is all that's on
it's been that way for years
and what's that thing you're wearing?
and aren't we going out?
"too cold!" you say, now swearing
I think I'm gonna pout!
You're taking down the mistletoe
and packing up the tree?
tired of pomp and all that stomp,
not much for poetry?
that's it, I'm done for New Years,
I need to get to bed,
had planned to write a poem tonight
but kiss this now instead.