Christmas Sea-Shanty Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I’ve gained weight,
But its mostly muscle,
Because with these Christmas trees
I like to hustle:
Two Chinese women come in and they’re
Very thin and beautiful, I’m not
There to greet them, but the boys are
And with them tussle just as the females
Who work in factories building silver bombs,
Their forearms, too, are well muscled.
Now the days are through, and I’m neither
Italian, or Hindu: I’ve never built an igloo.
Well supposed, I love Erin,
But she could be one in a million of Erins,
I suppose: but this one doesn’t live in
The mountains, the secret crèches or double-
Adjective. Maybe she water-skiis:
She fits nicely into this,
She is an allegory for the sea:
And now I sway, my cheeks smooth from rum,
And tomorrow we’ll sell two hundred trees,
And daddy will smile,
And then I’ll get some....