Christmas Day  on a crawl, inch by  slow inch,   
Santa on dream mood sleigh ride,      
reindeers  snow flecked wink!   

This poem bares its teeth: a hyena,

and painted as a lamentable tirade

Thoughts are a fruit tree,             
their bounty ripe when happy,      
phase that green leaf fall

courtesy a nymphomaniac on the prowl
for a 6-21-3-11 buddy to make whoopie
from getting me rocks off
in knocks ville Tennessee
buzz feeding lusciously twittering
axing me to keep on qt
so me wife lacks inkling

The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
once upon a time
my existence strongly resembled 
life as a scrupulous anchorite,

Being diplomatic facilitates harmony -

jumpstarting lifelong neighborliness

Sunday cockcrow nascent promulgate aural essays reveal,
laissez-f