Poetry

Thursday, 11 December 2025

Get off my lanterns

 Well the lanterns they are hanging

And blowing in the breeze

And I am out there thanking

Jesus saying Jeez


I wish that I could meet ya

I'm alone

But love is sweet

For the friends


The mistletoe came alive

In my car

What no one realized

Was that is was an alien

From outer space


Get off my lanterns I said to it

But it just kept on spreading

Where it did sit


Get off my lanterns

And onto my tree

Show me a land 

Where we all are free


It don't seem like God's here

No more, we've all forgotten 

How to pray

So let's open the barn door

And make what we can of the hay


Get off my lanterns

She said to me

Who me?!, I said with an innocent guile

But in my heart I knew

I was a crocodile

Yes, you, with the head and the eyes

And the hands

Jack of the field

Leave alone my lanterns


But they're shining so brightly

In the dim winter haze

I just want to lie beneath them and laze

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