Hard To Eat
by
Greg Pincus
One Christmas thing around our house
I'd change if I were able:
I'd never put utinsels out upon the dinner table.
This is actually an old poem of mine that popped into my head this week utterly out of the blue. I took that as a sign that, silly though it is (or maybe because it is silly!), I should post it here for the last Poetry Friday before Christmas. And so... I have! (Feel free to draw some utinsels, by the way. :-))
And since it's Poetry Friday, you can check out this week's roundup over at Buffy's Blog. When you do, you'll actually find a link to more of meeeeee, because there's an interview with me over at the Teaching Author's site today. And a poem. AND... a giveaway of The 14 Fibs of Gregory K.! So, like... go!
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Showing posts with label Christmas Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas Poem. Show all posts
Friday, December 20, 2013
Friday, December 23, 2011
Dear Santa, About Your Lists... (a paradox) - a Christmas poem
DEAR SANTA, ABOUT YOUR LISTS... (a paradox)
by
Greg Pincus
I’m really quite nervous I’m on the wrong list:
I’ve been “naughty” so much of the year.
And this means that Santa, if you do exist,
My Christmas won’t be full of cheer.
You see, this creates us a terrible mess.
Truly it wasn’t my goal,
But there’s only one thing I want, I confess:
A shiny, big, black lump of coal.
The problem, I think, is that if I’d been nice,
I’d get what I want in my stocking.
But since I behaved well perhaps once or twice...
To get what I want would be shocking.
Yet “naughty” kids get what I want, so you see...
That’s the reason I lied, spat, and stole.
Please keep that in mind when you come to my tree:
I want a big, black lump of coal.
I’d hate to get presents like music or money.
Don’t bring me a new catcher’s mitt.
No movies or Lego or books that are funny.
No, I wouldn’t like them one bit.
I know I was “naughty,” but please break your rule.
I’ve heard you’re a jolly old soul...
And giving me what I don’t want would be cruel!
So, please, bring a big lump of coal.
The Poetry Friday roundup is over at Dori Reads today. Why not head over and check it out?
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by
Greg Pincus
I’m really quite nervous I’m on the wrong list:
I’ve been “naughty” so much of the year.
And this means that Santa, if you do exist,
My Christmas won’t be full of cheer.
You see, this creates us a terrible mess.
Truly it wasn’t my goal,
But there’s only one thing I want, I confess:
A shiny, big, black lump of coal.
The problem, I think, is that if I’d been nice,
I’d get what I want in my stocking.
But since I behaved well perhaps once or twice...
To get what I want would be shocking.
Yet “naughty” kids get what I want, so you see...
That’s the reason I lied, spat, and stole.
Please keep that in mind when you come to my tree:
I want a big, black lump of coal.
I’d hate to get presents like music or money.
Don’t bring me a new catcher’s mitt.
No movies or Lego or books that are funny.
No, I wouldn’t like them one bit.
I know I was “naughty,” but please break your rule.
I’ve heard you’re a jolly old soul...
And giving me what I don’t want would be cruel!
So, please, bring a big lump of coal.
The Poetry Friday roundup is over at Dori Reads today. Why not head over and check it out?
If you want to get all my poems emailed to you for freeee as they hit the blog, enter your email address in the box below then click subscribe!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Why I Love the Holidays in My Family -- A Christmas poem/A Hanukkah poem/A Chrismukkah poem
WHY I LOVE THE HOLIDAYS IN OUR FAMILY
by
Gregory K.
My dad lights the menorah.
My mom hangs Christmas lights.
And so the way I do the math,
It’s presents 20 nights!
The Poetry Friday links are collected here at the Wild Rose Reader. Go on now... go check 'em out.
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by
Gregory K.
My dad lights the menorah.
My mom hangs Christmas lights.
And so the way I do the math,
It’s presents 20 nights!
The Poetry Friday links are collected here at the Wild Rose Reader. Go on now... go check 'em out.
If you want to get all my new poems (and only the poems) emailed to you for freeee as they hit the blog, enter your email address in the box below then click subscribe!
Friday, December 21, 2007
The Christmas Fib -- a Christmas poem
The Christmas Fib
by
Gregory K.
Who?
Me?
Naughty??
I was nice...
Some days more than twice!
Please, Santa -- check that list again.
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by
Gregory K.
Who?
Me?
Naughty??
I was nice...
Some days more than twice!
Please, Santa -- check that list again.
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