What A New Pink Pearl ™ Eraser Means To Me Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I've sworn off holidays.
The treat's the trick.
Renewed resolve caves in
with each excuse.
From racing year to year,
I'm dizzy, sick.
Red hearts, green beer, brown eggs
try to seduce me
in their festive joy.
They all induce my self contempt
from 'Ole Lang Syne' to 'Yule' with rites
of food and alcohol abuse
in every culture, nation.
Call me 'Fool'
my favorite time of year
is back to school.
Unsharpened pencils, notebooks, pads,
the smell of flannel, swish of cords,
what's new, what's cool,
I wander down the aisles
as in a spell.
I'm anxious,
yet potential fills my heart
for fresh adventures,
yet another start.