One day left to settle the score, knowing the list’s being checked once more, acting like children you must adore, round puppy eyes will help implore.
Ornaments all have been picked up off the floor, a plate with hot chocolate, cookies and more.
Behaving like never before, in every which way,
careful in all we do and say,
waiting up late to
hear the sleigh:
Ken Gosse prefers writing short, rhymed verse with traditional meter usually filled with whimsy and humor. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, since then in Pure Slush, Home Planet News Online, Spillwords, and other publications. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, for over twenty years with rescue cats and dogs underfoot.