(Two Minute Poems)
Grandpa's beard sprouts with red and green
and he's been seen
mistletoe crazed
and Christmas dazed.
He's in a red green Scotchman's kilt
Ooh see it tilt
but tries to kiss
yet needs to piss.
What goes backwards with red and green
a chilled bed scene.
Grandpa's red nose
sniffing his woes!
Poor Grandpa’s been a big bad boy
spreading his joy
just way too far
yet he’s my star.
He wants me to see Christmas green
creates the scene
for love’s high rise
in wise mens’ skies.
And beyond a shadow of doubt
his love shouts out
Christmas turned red
the day we wed!
Karin Anderson © 2014