From my book Only Yules & Verses (available here:
Good
King Wenceslas looked out
And
did a double take,
Despite
all his initial doubt,
He
rubbed his eyes awake.
Brightly
shone the sun that day,
Sweltering
hot and sticky,
He
thought as this is Boxing Day,
The
forecast’s a bit dicky.
“Bring
me shorts Bermuda-style,
Bring
me sun tan lotion,
Bring
me cola by the crate
And
ice cubes by the ocean.
Bring
my sunbed by the pool,
I
can’t believe this weather,
I
can swim around all day
In
the altogether.”
Good
King Wenceslas’s dream
Ended
with a bump,
He
fell out of his bed it seems
And
bruised his ample rump,
Groggy
from his accident
And
dazed and half-asleep,
He
gaped out through the curtain gap
To
see snow six-feet deep.
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