A Poem For Christmas!

Shopping for...

Job Lots,
Dyed in the wool type

The Hill of Skryne

Fashionistas.
Tailoring to suit you
Every need, and
The rest.

Hanging,
Was too good for 'em
The suits
Fit for everything
But purpose
And worsted to get
The better
Of you.

Though the sweaters
Were the worst.
The drip, drip, drip
Of revelation
And the rack
Loosening the tongue
The boot in!

Alterations were
A speciality
Flog the lot
Of 'em!

Frank Murphy.

A Poem for Christmas

A Poem for Christmas.

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.

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!