He keeps time
in the front of his hat,
a clock that ticks sideways
and only when it wants to.
The books beneath him
lean like secrets,
each spine a doorway
he’s already wandered through
and rearranged.
He laughs softly,
as if the world
is a riddle he solved
years ago
and misplaced the answer
on purpose.
His silk hat glows
with borrowed moonlight.
His shadow stretches
longer than logic.
And his smile~
that crooked invitation~
suggests that madness
is simply wonder
without its manners.
If there’s a message,
it’s hidden in the ticking:
time isn’t the master
of Wonderland.
It’s just another guest
at the Hatter’s table,
pouring tea
into the wrong cup
and pretending
it meant to.
Unbeknownst to them I am their wild child,
what a precious smile she’s a pussycat;
Lecherous phrases on iron they were filed,
unbeknownst to them I am their wild child;
Calculated and curt is how I’m styled,
silk hat graffitied with the word ‘Hazmat’.
Unbeknownst to them I am their wild child,
what a precious smile she’s a pussycat.
A unicorn's horn,
tattered and torn,
a half eaten Hershey's,
2 crushed candy corn.
The tiniest bat wing,
mummy's white sling,
skeleton's femur,
spider web string.
Witch’s silk hat,
yawn from the cat,
shriveling pumpkin,
Snickers smushed flat.
When ghosties have gone
this is the scene;
left over remnants,
post Halloween.
Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say,
Built by the parents and children.
Frosty sits on the hill with his wife Crystal,
They both wear fashion caps and scarves.
Songs are written about Frosty,
With his corn cob pipe and button nose and two eyes made of coal.
They have a snowy kingdom,
A house made of snow.
They say he came to life one day,
He had a black silk hat.
Bumpty,bump, bump,bumpty, bump ,bump look at Frosty go,
bumpety,bump,bump, over the hills of snow.
They say he was a jolly happy soul,
Did they live in a village of snow friends.
Blessed with companions, the Snow queen and Snow king,
Ruling their snowy kingdom.
They would have winter festivals and celebrations,
Winter carnivals with clowns and parades.
Authri: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
One day when the children woke up
It was snowing, what a surprise!
They clapped and laughed and got dressed quick
While their parents just rolled their eyes!
They quickly formed the snow outside
Big squares made them easy to stack
For a hasty resurrection
Of Frosty the Snowman out back
Their parents yelled, "You roll the snow,"
"Not make squares, have you forgot?"
They said, "this is how we do it,"
"Because that's the way we roll..not!"
They lost the button for his nose
A carrot was the nose they picked
The corncob pipe made Frosty ill
So to the curb, it was kicked!
When they threw on the old silk hat
It didn't fit, because of square snow
No fitting hat meant no magic
No Frosty to put on a show!
Now the moral of the story
Shout it down all the school halls
If you're going to make a snowman
It's important to have snowballs!
Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!
Elves of the hinterland engrossed with plenty work in hand
Of decorating the snowy world into a Winter fairy land
For season of celebration, Merry Christmas is here
Carols,Cakes and Cookies goes on till New Year
Covering miles of distance on Reindeer driven Sled
Santa Claus with his silvery beard in suit velvety red
The ringing of the sleigh bells heard when children go to bed
To each of them through chimneys drops he silently gifts and toys
Next morning as they unwrap them, with happiness they rejoice
Frosty the Snowman smilingly stands with button nose and corncob pipe
Kids are on their searching spree for his silk hat with golden stripe
Trimming X-mas tree with family , hanging shiny stars ,myriad lamps
Jingle bells enjoyment with friends , bonfires and friendly camps
Ho Ho Ho Christmas season is here, let peace and blessings on us shower
Festive spirit spray the aroma of frankincense and scented flower !
24th December 2016
~For Eve Roper's Ho ho ho Contest~
Merry Christmas and a very happy New year all my dear Soup Friends!!!
Hanky-Panky at the North Pole
By Elton Camp
Santa came in early from the workshop
At the door he came angrily to a stop
The shocking sight that gave him pause
Frosty the Snowman cuddling Mrs. Claus
“You’re supposed to be a jolly, happy soul.
In your stocking expect find lumps of coal.”
“And I’ll just confiscate that old silk hat
And see how well you do without that.”
“And I’ll take you along on my sleigh
So you’ll vanish into water along the way.”
Mrs. Claus came up with a lame excuse,
But she was caught—there was no use
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