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About This Poem
Kissed Moose
maxed credit limit and roving for goods
we’re spinning our wheels over ought-to’s and shoulds
we’ve shopped till we dropped
and saw the guy popped
in the nose over faded blue jeans
just one pair
on sale at the mart
attempt to be fair -
they weren’t in his cart
the reason the season
pulls at our strings?
because of our penchant
for favorite things
memories mostly
of the way that we were
memories ghostly
but they certainly spur
desire to give
to generations unfold
our way to live
as we once were told
spend high and sing loud
be of good cheer
shop elbow to elbow
like drinking good beer
when it is over,
recycle please,
the wrappers and flappers;
stifle a sneeze
as up the smoke stack you go
very askew and well spent
with a grunt, a grin and a mighty HO HO
and yet another Christmas hell bent
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