Tis the Season
Seems that people now of "daze"
Say the Season's money craze!
There's "No Reason" for the season,
Only greed that leads to pleasin!
Gun jumpers and concluders,
Best known as our intruders,
You cannot see within our walls,
Cannot feel our smiles at all!
If shopping is unjust and wrong,
Then plant your garden ever strong!
Just picture hoeing with your rake,
Gather vegetables and in you take!
Happy milking with your cow,
Holler loud, "bring in your sow"!
Gather eggs your chickens lay,
We'll take shopping any day!
Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2011
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