Transform your family with tinsel
strategically arranged around the living.
Download seasonal hits by Wizard and Slade.
Repeat play while you cook, clean and defecate.
Anoint your sprouts with the sacred cross of Jesus.
Wrap your pigs in blankets, protect from sudden frost.
Check your bird every ten minutes. Truss her tight
with silly string. Baste with juices from your pot.
Brandy will add flavor to the tasteless.
Provide plastic antlers for your guests.
Check your fairies are operational in advance
to avoid disappointment on the big day.
Choose carefully the special someone
to cherish at the top of your tree.
Inappropriate choices will make the whole day die.
Me and my mates, we rub together
swell. We’ve been here forever, fretting.
Different shapes and colors,
we jigsaw, see-saw on the front line.
We rise and fall, small tectonic shifts,
comrades waiting for the ultimate surge.
You’ll find me in the fiftieth row from the left
by the turbulence of the harbor wall.
It’s a fine spot, plenty of action.
I pass unnoticed, I’m not the brightest.
Some call me dull. I call it French
Grey, camouflaged by elegant swirls.
Poor Fred and Ginger were striking
red, arty types with a sense of style.
They were snatched away to a suburban
rockery. It’s always better to blend in.
There’s a rumor drifting from below,
the Big One will sweep us to unknown fields.
Hear us mutter, hear us moan,
the rainbow legions of change.