The heck with the cold,

The snow won’t get old,

Mr. Ed will keep us warm,

Will it be too much if we arrive in a swarm…?

From the warmer climes,

They do up country make the climb,

Attracted they are by the man that about them makes rhyme,

For Christmas they hope to arrive on time…

Flesh do carry their plastic brethren,

Long before the advent of men,

Pink flamingo’ have multiplied times ten,

With man they have lived a life preaching of Zen,

In a rush they are to live with the man with the pretty pink pen…J
© ed J 12/17/06