Mincemeat Pie

29 Dec

i have no clear idea why
my Christmas must have
mincemeat pie

i really do not have a clue
why any poem
should flow from you?

your raisins, crust, and taste is all
that tempt my Christmas cakes
to fall

season’s scent of spicy bliss
though yesterday,
was hit or miss

four rabbits sit upon my ledge
reminding me to
keep my pledge

three trumpets of my winter flower
are drooping low
to spite my power

deep lines are furrowing my sight
no matter if
i rub them right

i dream of you, mincemeat pie
tis is the reason,
i must fly

Limericist, 2007

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Posted by on December 29, 2020 in Poetry


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