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Vote Obama 2008

A Drive Home

Is there meaning in a long drive
down a crescent highway
where the night fogs the white lines
and the tourists have long gone?

Is there beauty in the taillights
of the fearless revellers,
trailblazers warning of the drink,
like twin lanterns in an old Boston church?

Is there more truth in the thoughts
you voice to the universe
to keep yourself awake,
to promise yourself tomorrow?

You drive past the red and white
lights of the Christmas factories.
Pretty lights, you think.
City lights, you think.

There must be elves in the tunnels
that circulate like a jungle gym.
There must be silos of cocoa
that billow pillows of clouds.
There must be fingers, like army ants,
that crook the canes, that shred the tinsel,
that manufacture the gingerbread homes
for the gingerbread crones to live within.

And it must be magic
that churns plastic in August
to mold a better Christmas,

and magic still
that rouses hope
toward the better New Year.

It is only September
but summer’s dying ember
has lit the presidential pitch
flaming forth to decide which
will triumph in November

…hmm, I think I should keep to my day job.

Ribbons of Colors
Bringing Joy & Happiness
But why oh why,
Is the forest green missing
From my wonderful gift of ribbons?

Orange and Red
A cutsy cat
With a turban
To grace the bathroom door
But why oh why,
Does it come not in pairs?

Famous Amos Cookies
Delicious fragrance
Wonderful texture
But why oh why
Did it have to be
In a heart shaped vessel?

Red and Black
Dress bag
Wonderful for a great night out
But why oh why
Did the rich colors not come
In a better design?

A Precious Moment Cup
With a lid for holding drinks
Nice material and great gift box
But why oh why
Did it have to be so sweet
And unsuitable for me?

Brazilian coffee bean
Coated in Chocolate
Exotic and rare
But why oh why
Did such a gift come
To a non-caffeine drinker?

A cheerful yellow
Backpack on a teddy bear
So adorable it look
But why oh why
Did it come with a
Gaudy necklace?

Oh the wonders of Christmas
For wondering why
Gifts are selected so unsuitably

Oh the wonders of Christmas
For showing ingratitude
To all the thoughtful gestures

Oh the wonders of Christmas
For being rude and wicked
To all who were so nice

Oh the wonders of Christmas
For a eulogy
To insult all the gift buyers

For while the gifts may lack perfection
But what in the world is really perfect anyway?

So bear with the ingratitude
For in the insults
My gratitude is shown

Thank you.

According to my sources, Limmericks were a jovial word game, where a person would shout out a couplet. Another person would pick up the mantra adding a the second couplet. Then the poem would be completed by the originator or a third person. Since rules in pubs are lax at best, a larger group could particpate, by shouting out lines instead of couplets. As the drink loosened tongues, the poems would become both more humorous and more risque. Of course many such Limmericks end up unprintable, and unremembered.

While I do not think John is suggesting that we start the juice this early, here’s stab:

There Once was a man from Tucson
Who’d write Poems from dusk to dawn.
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