Holidays 2014

Sparkling stars dusting the November heavens above;
A house full of family with bounteous amounts of Love.
Tops of moptops bent over for thanks and solemn prayer.
Dog respectful under table, he knows he’ll get a share.
Pumpkin, whipped crème, with cranberry sauce;
Give me that turkey and I’ll show you who’s boss.
Croissant cooling butterously over on the trivet;
Uncle clamoring for seconds…drumstick? Hey, give it!
I think it must be Thanksgiving, a Thursday nonpareil
And then Christmas is coming. We get presents—f’real!

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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