Cona Adams Poet Enclosed Rhyme

Ring-A-Ling

Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar 
for show.

Racy red, glazy green 
and bright white  
blaze into sight.

Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,

while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn 

and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.

Save your sales 
for a later date;
in return, you may earn

more green 
than you've ever seen.

Cha Ching!

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Casarah Nance October 24, 2014 at 4:45 PM Looks like you are getting in the mood for the holidays-interesting reads and rhymes :) Cona Adams October 25, 2014 at 9:17 AM Thanks for stopping by, Casarah. I suppose it is actually a dig at the retailers for pushing Christmas too early.