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The joy of Christmas Comes our way, With awkward talks And parents’ dismay, With grandparents asking “Why not visit more?” To which you reply, “this year for sure”. The same twenty questions About school, work and love, “What’s your plans for the future?” None of the above. But finally, turkey, And all the wholesome…
(To be sung in your head like the classic Christmas song, “Winter Wonderland”) Bike bells ring, are you listening? In the rain, cheese wheels are glistening, a mooi prachtig night, tall ones out tonight, walking in a kerstmis Netherlands. Blown away, by the strong winds, Here to stay, in these flat lands.
Cat on the tree, what are you doing? That tree’s not for you, what’s that you’re chewing?! The lights are all hung, the house all aglow, but where is the cat? Oh no, ohhhh noooo. The ornaments swing, on the branches all nice, and icicle lights, shimmer like ice. But where is that cat, now where has he gone?
A short, false-rhyme poem about a cat, a teacup, and a boy.