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.
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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
