Etch-Un-Sketched

Doors unopened
Chances lost
Thoughts unspoken
Teeth unflossed
Resolutions
Unfulfilled
Weak solutions
Fields untilled
Heed nor grieve,
Though, facts ungleaned:
On New Year’s Eve
All slates are cleaned.

Bird In The Hand

This is not the verse
I waited all year to write
It’s the one I wrote

Clearance Hail

We’re using up the weather
That we didn’t know we had
We’re using up the weather
‘Cause the weather’s going bad
We ordered it a year ago
And stored it in the back
And then forgot about it
Now the rainbow’s going black
The zephyrs all are stagnant
And the clouds have turned to fog
And our flood’s a little puddle of–
No, wait, that’s just the dog.
In any case, the weather
Isn’t doing any good
When the fronts are in the back
And not colliding like they should
We’re using up the weather
‘Cause we’re finished with the year
The 31st is weather-cursed
But January’s clear!

Plus Also Pumas

Winter’s cold crevasse
Daily draws dense darkness deep
Leaving only light

Tickboxing Day

Winding down the year
Taking stock of boxes ticked
And bosses ticked off

Holiday Of The Future

The day after Christmas
You’ve earned a reprieve
From the fest. You’ll need rest:
It’s Kickboxing Day Eve!

Ya Filthy Animal

When indoors, if your socks become damp from above,
That emotion you’re feeling inside is not love.