Friday, December 19, 2003

Tutlenecks tucked in bed
Smile daintily At the
Smelly santa
Clambering through the window
Sack and all
Exits soon after
In a whirl of haste.
Must be behind on christmas work.

No comments:

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...