Away in a sleigh
No gifts for today
Santa's gone on holiday
Reindeer unyoked, stray
Mr Claus found a clause
In his contract, to pause,
When boots on reindeer paws
Were threadbare without cause
So folks, its pick-up collect
No delivery to home direct
No gifts in stockings decked
Myth of fee-free delivery wrecked
Mr Claus searched high and low
Tried every courier, fast and slow
But the sticking point for no go
Was chimney drop, to down below
The reindeer are lowing
Stars in sky are glowing
Cause Mr Claus forgoing
Has taken up sewing
He's off-the-wall
Unprecedented gall
A human catcall
Sins and grins
Feels no chagrin
Conscience of tin
Lies and fibs
Speaks in mad-libs
Smack in the ribs
Text and tweets
Clumsily browbeats
Brutally mistreats
It's no joke
Hatred's unyoked
Violence stoked
Is he secretly rootin'
For another shootin'?
~ So is Putin
Once, the fairy tale vein do I embrace,
once upon a time
in the past not mnemonically distant,
were we the two poles of a magnet-
if you be the South,
me the North Pole.
If I be a flying matter,
You were the gravitational pull.
If I be the water,
You were the wave.
If I be a bridge
You were the pillars under it-
Yoking stasis to dynamics.
Now, as stasis and dynamics are unyoked,
I am all water under the now defunct bridge.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.