A Troubled Christmas Ornament Bares Its Soul To Its Peers

I hear praiseful onlookers say how pretty YOU are every day, but that’s not my story. I don’t share your glory in this much-viewed Christmas display. I’m not spiral, dangly, or round. I don’t shine or make any sound. I’m called by a name that brings me to shame, a moniker meant to confound! My first name is “Ugly.” Poor me! My last name is “Sweater.” You see, the way I'm designed assures I'm maligned. I'm now headed for therapy! posted January 8, 2017 Written for Laura Loo's Silly Christmas Cartoon Poetry Contest December 24, 2018, entered in Shadow Hamilton's Let's have Fun Contest December 2, 2020 entered in Alexis Y.'s Christmas Limerick Contest