The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts


POTW #785
(Week of 4 December, 2011)

What's this? December again already?

The Christmas Mold

The Christmas Mold is like a tree
But not so sharp and spiky
A warm and pleasing shade of green
That germinates upon the psyche
With tiny spornaments so jolly
And filaments of tinsel fuzz
Who needs needles, bark and holly?
More festive than our dead tree was
We trained it on some sticks this year
To fit the presents underneath
Fun with fungal Christmas cheer
And it complements the mildew wreath

Copyright © 2011 by Dave Grossman

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