I brought the house down on Thursday with this bit at Chico's (Has Beans Cafe's) last open mic of the year. When I finished, the crowd roared and cheered for a while. Never before had I felt so popular. I guess people like poems about Xmas gift giving. Who knew?
Now, they expect poetic erotica for all of the holidays, though I'm not sure what I'll do for a few of them.
"Don't even think about writing a poem for Martin Luther King Day, Robyn," my friend, Sue, warned.
"Of course, I won't," I told her. "And there's Groundhog and Mother's Day too. I can't go there."
Sue nodded in agreement.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. You may want to embiggen, and I'm only talking about the poem. Wink.
I'll be celebrating Christmassukkah with family in the coming week and won't be around much. I'll blog again, though, before year's end.
Much love for a safe, warm, festive, non-silent (Wink) Christmas week. I appreciate you all. xo