My X-Mas Wish To Santa, My Letter To Santa, Keep the Worst Buddy
SONNET 1
MY CHRISTMAS WISH TO SANTA
r
b
r
b
(i)
y
w
y
w
(ii)
no changes does my wishes entangle
though may stagnant my past wishes that queue,
but still the dandiest since in my tender education it swingle
santa. understandest thou such cheap clue?
(iii)
you did and I sigh my relieve of fears
when the blasts of x-mas appears.
(iv)
A SHORT EXPOSITION ON MY SONNET 1 - MY X-MAS WISH TO SANTA
The poet begins his wishes to Santa-Claus with unknown codes. This codes which are the poets wishes is inscribed to have not change or swift, when he said “no changes does my wishes entangle”. This means the poet had been sending this codes to Santa-Claus, which he understands. “though may stagnant my past wishes that queue”. But it is still the best wishes one could ever ask, because, ‘it swingle’, the wishes is needed in the poets education, which is the best legacy. So therefore, the poet is relieved and happy as he has a standard hope of receiving his X-mas gift from Santa-Claus.
SONNET 2
MY LETTER TO SANTA
yeh! would our stony-heads, touch the breast of santa-tion
it wouldn’t if mute-on segue
moms’ call blinks much elongation
and once fainted sore when from birch tree i stumble-blue.
(i)
but isn’t it? a saint vexes not
aren’t you called st.nicholas?
we wouldn’t debate. we fought hot;
pratly-playing poisonous pranks thus, bedroom stoops as messy as…
(ii)
i sure can say i’m there
and my blissful buddies all around,
in such list of naughtiness and fear
writing sacredly-coined when our name thee found.
(iii)
i emerge my soul and spoke not innocence
i fought and messed-up, then pranks with no sense.
(iv)
A SHORT EXPOSITION ON MY SONNET 2- MY LETTER TO SANTA
The poet seems afraid when he exclamates “yeh!” seeming that he is scared Santa-Claus won’t draw him closer and pardon his naughtiness “moms’ call blinks much elongation” when the poets mother calls him, the calls grows so long before the poet often answers. “and once fainted sore when from birch tree i stumble-blue”. The poet’s mother had once badly fainted, when the poet had climbed up the birch tree and fell from the top. The poet’s further naughtiness was depicted in line 8. When he and his friends plays bad pranks and also often got their rooms messed-up. The poet was then sure Santa-Claus would have written down his name secretly according to line 12, he and his friends aren’t innocent. Line 14 reveals that they often fight at intervals, messed things up and plays dirty pranks. So therefore, the poet is afraid Santa-Claus won’t play mercy and then excamates in lines 1 “yeh! would our stony-head touch the breast of Santa-tion”.
SONNET 3
KEEP THE WORST BUDDY ?
lay not in my stockings the coal
for i’m repenting with process,
all the naughtiness of my soul.
and my buddies who aren’t a innocent princess.
(i)
Sample wishes dwelt the Red-Bag for session
And also wishes of Yellow Wrist-watch, i hope
Not x-mas play but more for a bragging session
Towards my scholarstic education. we’ve now cope
(ii)
And had heard naughtiness claims stupid
and mammonth stupidity said our moms
then nod much and some good lessons bid
though i’ve once than eat my vegetables throwed a tantrums.
(iii)
please now? lay not some coals via our stockings
for we’re repenting with just thinkings.
(iv)
A SHORT EXPOSITION ON MY SONNET 3 – KEEP THE WORST BUDDY?
This is absolutely vivid. Many things are portrayed which will change Santa’s mind and turn away his fury. Since the poet says “all the naughtiness of my soul”, he is repenting with process. And furthermore, his wishes are coined-out from a good heart. A wish is confirmed when the poet inscribes “sample wishes dealt the Red-Bag for session. This red bag as in code in sonnet 1, r, b, is needed “towards my scholarstic education”. Education is important and paramount and the poet wishes to use his gifts in school and demands that, as an x-mas gifts. This shoots the mark that the poet deserves something. The poet had been corrected thus, “and mammonth stupidity said our moms/then nod much and some good lessons bid”, this assures that the poet is somewhat nodding a right to the corrections with his friends, though he might not have been thoroughly good. Can temporarily be termed, half good-half naughty. But, the poet still deserves his request. he tastefully hails Santa alphabetically in lines 5 to 9.
Date-28/12/2017
Copyright ©
Olude Peter
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