Merry Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, you get the idea

Because you’ve heard this before, practically every damn year.

Some guy always sits at his PC and thinks

“I’ll re-write that poem, and make it not stink.”

The problem of course with this theory remains

that most people who write poetry aren’t big “in the brain”.

And yet every year we see this same old rhyme scheme;

as someone else adapts a tale of a child’s dream.

And so dear reader, in hopes of internet fame

I find myself typing, even though I feel lame.

Since this is a blog, I suppose my verse should say

critical things of this poem, and hint that it’s gay.

NOW PUNDITRY, NOW SARCASM, NOW SNARK AND YELLING!

ON VITRIOL, ON HUMOR, ON HITCOUNTS AND  SPELLING!

To the front of the tubes, to Google’s very front door

if you blog for your supper, you’ll still be poor!

And so dear reader, you see my confusion

Such poems can be fun, and easy to work on.

But to write such a poem, a ripped off verse

Would not just make me lame, no it would make me much worse.

By writing a verse in that hackneyed old screed

I would be guilty of committed the foulest of deeds.

And now I sit, nearly completed;

and feel as though my soul is depleted.

On this day of joy, with my voice so tinny.

I realize I’ve contributed to an internet meme.

So with my head held low, and my shame clearly seen,

I have become that I hate, an internet ween.

No creativity here, just a poem that stinks;

So Merry Christmas to all, now go drink.

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