Yuletide Reflections

I was looking for a winter poem

That I’d already written.

I looked back through my archives

And read rhymes old me was spittin’.

Apparently I’m cynical

And full of twists and turns

And wrote more words like “Dumbass”

Than “yuletides” or “yearns”.

This Winter I’ll aspire

To be merrier than that,

But Winter’s in December

So for now yo mama’s fat.