Not So Merrily
NOT SO MERRILY
in evening light, the tree not so merrily —
its shades shut tight, in revelry, lids beating
the coal cache — the portly man, delivering
tongues grab and stow curses repeatedly
astride of hohoho — his sleigh weighty
held back by slick-haired elves stampeding
faux-fur falls suffocating — snowfall heaving
calving forth a cacophonous sleet-piercing scream
an ivory finger placed on pinched lips, ominously
tells the wee little sinners to quit impeding
the work of her white-bearded spouse, seething
and thus competing they run from Mrs. Claus
12/22/2017
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