Self inflicted

while there is still time to rattle off a rhyme
I think that’s what I’ll do

are you still in bed?
don’t get out until you have read
this

got any mistletoe
so
I can steal a kiss?

(sometimes kisses are in short supply so the ones that I steal are put by for a rainy day)

I wished for peace on Earth and all I got was a pair of socks,
not knockin’ socks but it’s not the same.

For some strange reason, (probably the season)
I’m thinking of you all
and it’s amazing how many of you there are.

But I’ve got to get on now,
I know how things have to be done
washing and cleaning
I think it’ll be fun

(said no one in a long time)

© 2017, John Smallshaw.