Twas the last day of school
before a long winter break
Not a student was learning,
they were all munching on cake
The children had tidied,
supplies all snug in their places
With candy cane smiles
lighting up their sweet faces
The artwork was stowed
in their backpacks with care
In the hope that they'd bring
holiday cheer home to share
When outside the portable
there arose such a clatter
Ms. G sprang from the party
to see what was the matter
The class followed her out,
filling up the whole porch
And right out in front of them,
near as a bright as a torch
Rudolph, nose blazing red
through the dark Vancouver rain,
Behind him the reindeer
pulling Santa’s sleigh like a train
Santa jumped out spritely,
red hat bouncing with glee
He waved at the group and
boomed out, "Hello there Ms. G,"
“And Division 14,
all of you good girls and boys.
We’re rehearsing our run
to practice delivering toys”
The reindeer pranced all round,
putting on a fine show
Santa offered his hand and said,
“Come on Ms. G, let’s go,”
“We’ll drop you in Mexico
before we head back,”
Ms. G happily agreed, asking
“do you have time for a snack?”
The class joyfully welcomed
the jolly crew to the party
They delighted in the games
and the food, eating hearty
Too soon it was time
for the guests of honour to go
Santa sprang to his sleigh and
exclaimed, ** ** **
"Now, Rudoph and Dasher!
Dancer, Prancer and *****
Now, Comet! on, Cupid!
On, Donner on Blitzen!
“To the top of the portable
then over the school
To Mexico we go,
to Ms. G’s holiday by the pool.”
And off the sleigh flew
with Ms. G safely strapped in,
Her pink toque a-bobbing,
her face all a-grin
They heard him exclaim,
ere he drove out of sight—
"Happy Holidays to all,
and to all a good night!"
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
When we are gone
And all that is left
Is a planet bereft
Of living souls
Will it matter
Who’s to blame
When none remain
To bear the shame
Of our downfall?
When we are gone
And it won’t be long
What will we leave behind?
Our legacies
Disposable things
Hoarded dreams
And fatal insistences
That everything will be fine
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
Helpless to overcome the failings,
The fall out of a selfish, cowardly man
Heart broken, fury stoking, a mother
Does all she can
And then some
She’ll work until her fingers break
Holding tears, enveloped in rage
Impossible tasks she'll power through
A mother’s love will do
As it needs to
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
I want to believe
That we are all
Trying our best
But sometimes
I wonder
If some people
Couldn’t try
Quite a bit harder
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
If the clown is a-clowning,
then pay them no mind;
Now is the time to look around
and behind the spectacle
to find the real performance
And the true mastermind
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC