‘Twas
the wiznos and gizmos
guffawing and pawing
their whimsical ways
with fanciful dancing
and hullabalooing
chimney dust dusting
we’re afeared to fire
up the fire should the logs
singe his trimmings
and damp’ner our
gramp’ner and frighten
the grandmommer
right into the night
before our sparkling
de’light awakens
the chillins from this
nightmarish sight
This poem comes from Jill Lyman who blogs at
https://jillys2016.wordpress.com/. There are two versions of Jilly – the silly, and the serious. I like both sides of her writing very much, and I’m pleased that she has let Silly Jilly out to play with us today. Though there’s something a little bit unsettling about this poem, as well.
Lovely silliness from Jill. I feel sorry for the grandmother, though. 😊
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Thanks, Kim! Perhaps I should write a follow-on piece in which the grandmommer, on Christmas morning, is licking her fingers all covered in Christmas pie, while all the others are licking their wounds?
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Whew! My day has finally settled down enough for me to discover that you posted this crazy poem of mine today. Thank you, Sarah; I am honored!
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Reblogged this on Jilly's and commented:
Sarah Conner did me the great honor of including a poem of mine on her poetry Advent Calendar. Highly recommended month of reading; go check it out!
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Rhythmically superb…rolls of the tongue and dances like a spark from the fire.
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