POETRY BY FOUTOUX. 2017
DAMN CHRISTMAS IS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR
I AM ALONE ,
HOLY MOSES
HERE I AM WITH TWO CATS
MAX SNEEZES
LOULOU HAS ECZEMA,
FLEAS BITE HER NECK
AND LEAVE LUMPS TWICE THEIR SIZE.
BUT I SIT BEFORE A TWO FALSE FLAMED FIRES
A STRING OF CHRISTMAS LIGHTS
DRAPED OVER AN ICON OF CHRIST
BELIEF KEEPS ME living.
MOLLY LOOK BEDRAGLED.
THE SNIP HAS BROUGHT ON THE
MENAPAUSE. lIKE ME SHE HAS PUT
ON WEIGHT, HER FUR NO LONGER
SHINES.
EXILED IN A FOREIGN LAND
i LONG TO SPEAK MY TONGUE
DO YOU KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU
ARE TO HAVE ENGLISH CHRISTMAS CAROLS?
HERE WE HAVE
'IL EST NEST LE DEVIN ENFANT'
NOT THE SAME AS
ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID CITY.
BUT ALAS I CRY WHEN I HEAR
'AWAY IN A MANGER'.
Nothing can stop me,
I HAVE TURNED OFF ALL RADIO AND TVS
AND THE KELLOGS FAMILY AT CHRISTMAS
BEING ALONE COMES WITH AGE.
BUT SO DOES PEACE AND INDIFFERENCE
TO OTHER'S OPINIONS.
I WILL NOT EAT CHRISTMAS PUDDING THIS YEARS.
I WILL NOT OPEN A SINGE CHRISTMAS PRESENT.
BUT I SHALL LOOK AT MY ICON AND MY
TWINKLING LIGHTS AND BE HAPPY.
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