Best Fruitcakes Poems

I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.

Over the meadows wild the north...

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~Fruitcake Oh No! ~
 (Couplet)


 Fruitcake, oh no! I don't like
 I'd rather give it to Mike.

 Fruitcake tastes to me more than bad
 If you give me one I'd get very mad.

 Fruitcakes are not really fun you see
 So please don't send one...

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I've recorded the song, which you can hear here:

I did vocals and guitar - Sung to the tune of "We Can Work it Out" 


What a TV Show

American Idol
There’s so many loonies seeking fortune 
and fame
But I’m suicidal
Paula Abdul’s gone and Ellen’s just not the...

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The intriguing magic of Christmas
Is in my early childhood recall.
It wasn't so much expected toys.
I remember them hardly at all.

"The month after this comes Christmas".
My sister and I counted down.
The magic of Christmas was coming
Into our little rural town.

The small family stores ordered early.
Mama bought...

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I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.

Over the meadows wild the...

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(Rhyming Couplets) 


Fruitcake, oh no! I don't like. 
I'd rather give it to Mike. 

Fruitcake tastes to me more than bad. 
If you send me one I'd get very mad. 

Fruitcakes are not really fun you see. 
So please don't send one to me. 

Fruitcakes...

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Blended with fragrances
And the joyful carols,
The con games of children
Looking for gifts full of fun.
Kris Kringle’s cock-and-bull 
Make them rosy and lull.

Adorned houses with odorous candles
Christmas tree ornamented with red ribbons and jingles 
Marzipans fruitcakes and roasted chickens 
Caramel cookies and plenteous chocolates,
The night illuminated...

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Good night mom,
I miss you every day.
To hear your voice
speak so tenderly.

It's hard to believe I have
not seen you in five years.
Yet your tender heart
impacts us all through the year.

Memories of Christmas past.
Watching you bake fruitcakes and
cookies too.
Fondest memories that we embrace.
While we think of...

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There are garlands on my stairway and lights upon my tree.
My house is growing festive as Christmas time draws near.
Stockings are hung on the fireplace for kitty and for me.
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year. 

My wreath is hanging on...

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A single’s net is cast
A single climbs the mast
To view a sea of profiles
Catching eyes, some color-blind

Some emails are soon returned
Some senders have not yet learned
Most personals are not for wiles
Or just adult friends to grind

A match searched for past 'leven
A perfect match wished for...

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A little of 3 ( sweet,  tart, and insanely brilliant)  
the fruitcakes of our world know much, yet we deem them crazy
The fine line between sanity and insanity has been crossed 
we now no longer know who is a doctor, who is a...

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As a winter child I love December snowflakes,
cozy scarfs and mittens and snowy lovely scenes;
the smell of grandma cooking her Christmas fruitcakes,
oh, I love the fragile snow covering all the greens.

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November 10, 2021


Poetry/Quatrain/December
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1405-681-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France


Written for the...

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Christmas at the Grocery;                                         ...

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I want this cold Winter to be over-
longing to hear all the little birds sing;
just love beautiful Spring with skies azure,
I wish to be in forests green ambling;
and dipping my toes in a stream babbling,
and picking the wild flowers unfolding.

Over the meadows wild the north...

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Third neighbor in two hours to bring over a Christmas tin.
Fruitcakes are in two of them; we don’t bother to open them.
They are going to go to the office where no one will eat them.
Which is strange because they eat everything else.

Are those homemade cookies?...

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