Dear Santa
Give me peace on earth or a shot glass
A hand to hold or a cigarette
At least stop this smoking ban
Last Christmas I knew
What I wanted
This year it is viciously inflicted
To be visible beyond
The edible latte girl
And less seen on stage
A way to alleviate
Proposition to
The dance floor
Sparkly pink leg warmers
I accept re-gifts
Or I could look at the betters of last year
An affectionate walk on the Cornish
A Surkis romp with a blue eyed Viking
A bite of crumble rhubarb crisp
My elder say he loved me for the last time
Next year better be
You and I
Jolly man
A night out
And our walk home
Will have lavender, emerald and yellow
Blast ribbons descending from winter sky
Gradually casing us from head to foot
Laura Smith
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2 comments:
I like this very much so.
Beautiful. Take the shot glass.
-russ
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