I can't remember if I posted this one before, but something to keep you in the mood for the festive season in case you find yourself in the company of poets or writers on a really cold night and you're feeling just a little bit hungry. A happy Christmas!
Just Deserts.
Just Deserts.
A dash of venom
A drop of spice
Nine parts of those
Distilled from ice.
Washed down
With old preserves
From jars
Of hot minute
Particulars.
Bad type
A verse or two
Impose
Thin waffles
Pixelate your
Prose.
Then chant!
A bottle of
Mulled wine
Decant.
Then let it all
Slip down your
Throat.
And feast on
Thespians and
Poets!
Frank Murphy.
Photo: Parish Church Kilmessan Village and more snow!
2 comments:
Lovely Poem you should have sent to the chronicle for Christmas
Tommy Murray
Thanks Tommy, I sent them one called "The Wild Bunch" with the Sheriff at the end. Hasn't made it in yet!!!
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