As a Christmas Gift
As a Christmas Gift
Life seemed so great while things were grand
And my poems were loved throughout the land
Everyone understood what each one meant
Which from God had been heaven sent.
Poems were read over and over again
And in lots of languages also spoken
By all tried and true found poems to be
Adequately adjusting to each society.
Current poems recently became well-known
By each child and even if fully grown
Firmly established standard to be set
From first my poems had been met.
Many more for you I saved in store
In future will wonderfully love and adore
Also many spirits my poems may uplift
Calm us down emailed as a Christmas gift.
Sent by James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Was Santa in Air Force, Coast Guard
or Soldier or sailor, tinkerer, toiler
or a tailor. Whoever he or she was,
he or she was probably my mom
and dad. I am willing to bet my
Christmas stockings on it. I might
even look for him in there to.
Buster Brown might be smiling
and beaming.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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