Santa Claus departs with his wife in fear
Not occasionally, but every year,
That he’ll slip and fall
And breaking his jaw,
Put himself out of commission, Oh dear!
Written November 27, 2022
Submitted to "Holiday Limerick" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
10/10/5/5/10 by HMS
Categories:
missus, fun, humor,
Form: Limerick
Manhattan
Missus
Slaying
The masses
With class
And glasses
Never giving up
With a sash
That slashes
Categories:
missus, america, appreciation, assonance,
Form: Free verse
IN EACH RENDITION
THE STORY IN EVERY
CONDITION
IS A STORY OF LOVE
BORN IN A MANGER
THE BIRTH OF JESUS
BOUGHT NOBEL MEN
TO BETHLEHAM
THE GIFTS THAT THEY
WOULD BARE
AND IN A WORLD
WHERE FEW CARE
THE STORY OF JESUS
HUMBLES MEN TO
THEIR KNEES
A WORLD THAT
NEEDS TO BELEIVE
A WORLD THAT
TO BELEIVE
..............................
EGGNOG AND KISSES
ME AND THE MISSUS
CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS EVE
THE CELBRATION OF CHRISTMAS
SHE SPENT ALL OF THE DAY
COOKED ALL THRU THE NIGHT
PUTTIN UP THE SHUNNERS
MAKING EVERYTHING RIGHT
ME, MY LOVER
AND CHRISTMA
........................................................
Categories:
missus, drink, endurance, guitar, music,
Form: Ballad
Their are millions of you
and a lot of them are
a whole lot better
convince me why it is
I love you.
out of many, one!
few more than I planned for.
answer the question
from which direction
tell me again
why I love you.
to have it like I have it
than maybe you'd understand
Not to sound out of the way
see I work hard
play hard
and love hard
just tell me again
why I'm loving you
Categories:
missus, love, marriage,
Form: Ballad
Sad movies end with tears flowing
freely from her misty blue eyes.
And every romantic moment,
culminates in moans and soft sighs.
My friend and the source of my strength,
she nurtures my hopes as they climb.
For she's the rock that I cling to,
when dreams are swept away by time.
She is a passionate lover,
showering me with sweet kisses.
And her face lights up with a smile
when referred to as the missus.
She's a kitten with the children
but a tiger in their defense.
And if you give her any lip,
her reprisal will be intense.
A fledgling bird that's left the nest,
she's both an eagle and a dove.
And the epitome of grace,
she's my wife, the angel I love.
(Quatrain)
2/25/2016
Categories:
missus, beautiful, desire, how i
Form: Quatrain