We All Laughed Like Loons
'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
We heard father singing
He'd got rather soused.
Mother tut-tutted
At his yuletide cheer
He yelled "merry christmas"
Then chugged down a beer.
He stood on our cat
Who then shot up the tree
We fell about laughing
At this festivity.
The tree toppled over
Mother let out a scream
Not very yuletide-ish
More like halloween.
Hissing and spitting
The cat reappeared
Tangled in tinsel
With a cotton wool beard.
We chased the baubles
That rolled round the room
Then looked at each other...
We all laughed like loons.
Entry for
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
26/11/2019. Placed=1st.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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