It wasn't what I'd requested
I hadn't put that on my list
Receive a cold for Christmas?
Something was surely amiss
Should I make a trip to Lapland?
Beard old Santa in his grotto?
Or perhaps that was the problem
His red nose proved he was blotto!
The cold was someone's Christmas gift
Unfortunately not mine
So I sat and thought about mistletoe
And drank some more mulled wine.
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starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.