Jerry Lundeguarde

(New York City)

A Christmas Poesy


I poured myself
down the hallway
my hips

and flanks enticingly
swaying just like a drunk
Christmas tree with

awkward ornaments
flying off in all
directions (Clattering

and Shattering)
so shards are in
the carpet. I’m a

happy Christmas
shrub spinning
without a mouth

flexing my appendages
in only my tighty-whities
singing “Levon” and

“Nowhere Man”
and other carols out
of the window

just like Scrooge did it.

Submitted: Monday, January 06, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

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  • Ed Nigma (1/13/2014 6:45:00 PM)

    Love how you described this whole scenario. It made me laugh as well definitely humorous!

    Totally pictured a drunken Christmas tree roaming around this mansion with Women's panties covering it as ornaments singing about his accomplishments. So if Hugh Heffner is Scrooge then this made my week! (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (1/9/2014 9:38:00 PM)

    This tweaked my humour bone. Loved it as it made me smile. It is so quirky and expertly laid Ty (Report) Reply

  • Susan Lacovara (1/6/2014 4:42:00 PM)

    Well...God Bless Us, Everyone! ! ! In regards to your Ebenezer impersonation...remember, he too, recognized the spirit of the season, before too late! Clever scribe! (Report) Reply

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