Say, ever spy a

dragon-fly off stick-‘em die

paper or lull a

cry’s baby deep to sleep when

thirst begs like a gadget sans

 

AA’s includ’d

the Yurman’s a Swarovski

knocked-off a shelf @

JC Twenty’s, ornaments

look like pretty credit cards…?

 

is this the snow what’s

befallen you Nick!? It’s the

Twelve Days afore, yep

Christmas an’ the ‘X’ marks your

bottom line’s musijoy ‘til…

 

{Oh come let us

 (deplore? abhor? pejor? ignore? adore?)

IT, Wharmart the lord}

 

next February

whence again, Wenceslaus, the

hamster wheel’s chocolate

pellets hardly heart hearty

for your XX marked betrothed

 

{Oh come let us

(deplore? abhor? pejor? ignore? adore?)

IT, Wharmart the lord}

 

                       H.e.m.-H’H.

                       12.12.MMxi.

                        ST