Christmas afternoon
by cricketjeff on November 3, 2007. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I prodded him and poked him, I jumped upon his toes
I whistled in his ear hole. Then I tweaked him on the nose
Even when I offered to make a pot of tea;
He only opened half an eye to say “yes please” to me.
I know he isn’t dead yet, though he’s very very old
Because if he was a dead-un he’d be very much more cold.
It isn’t that he’s hiding I know he wants me to…
Practice with my magic set and saw my Dad in two!!!
Author notes
A contest entry to illustrate various words. This is for quiescent, well sort
of…
Sue Cardwell read this poem and wrote a_follow-up, which is excellent.
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