I’ll be wishing you a Merry Christmas until the twelve days are up, so get used to it.
I’ve written lots of random poems the last few days, but I never got to a computer, so you never got to see any of them. So here’s one that I still kinda like.
In the middle of the night,
When the birds are done with flight,
When all is out of sight,
When the sun starts to rise,
And rids the shadows from my eyes,
And the dew on grass, it sighs,
When the day is half way through,
When the light’s no longer new,
When it’s an hour or so til two,
I arise and start my day,
Work that has no pay,
When others hit the hay,