Month: December 2020

Christmas creeps closer,
With each day the pressure builds,
With advertising.

Sulking Bumhole Bump,
Let’s them die without a word,
To show that he cares.

The day started dark,
Heavy with black, rain filled skies,
That emptied by noon.

I am sleeping now,
And this is only a dream,
The can write itsself.

I travel on Z’s
Pulling me warmly under,
Such a dreamy spell.

I’m hiding away,
Trying hard not to get heard,
And then share something.

And under the bed,
There are things I’ve forgotten,
That make me go yuck!

Behind the small lamp,
There hides a little surprise,
I keep for later.

A ring on the top,
That is not quite a circle,
A coffee cup made.

There once was a mouse,
Tiny and freighten was he,
Facing that black cat.

He looked in its eyes,
Those deep pools of liquid sight,
Focusing on him.

And as the cat pounced,
This little mouse jumped up so high,
And then ran away.

The moral my friend,
Don’t look your prey in the eyes,
And blick as your pounce.