Tortured Rhymes For Tortured Times

The horrible thing
That is spring
Gives way to summer –
Bummer!
And fall –
The word says it all –
And then the wonderful
Cold kick of winter
Which is like
Finding your stocking stuffed
With a burned-out cinder.
On Thanksgiving we
Give thanks to a
Thing unknown for
All we’ve been given –
Life, health, some wealth,
And a broadminded cynicism.
But when Bird Day arrives
We’re still murky about
Who’s the real turkey,
Readying for the season of
Cheery humbug bah,
Thee, he, she, them, it,
Or – ahem — moi?

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© 2010 RS Janes. LTSaloon.org.