A Christmas Eve Poem
December 24th, 2007 by Editor BThere are nineteen balusters
In our balustrade.
I painted them all orange today
Each one a different shade.
Actually that’s not true.
I painted sets of two
In alternating hue.
This tortured verse
Has gone from bad to worse
But do not curse
My name.
I plan to have a merry Christmas
And hope you will do the same.