NO IN MY NOEL

NO IN MY NOEL
by Clinton Van Inman

I learned at an early age

What happens to all snowmen,

Why the fake beards

As I sat upon his lap

And took his hard candy.

Now there is only no in my noel.

But I fool them in my

Berry reds and holly greens

Perpetual as prize ribbons

Now New Years breaks with bad breath

While the world awaits with

Its perfect white teeth, I run like a gnome.

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