JESUS WAS A DASHING BLACK MAN WHENCE,
THE SNOWS UP NORTH STIRRED SOME PRANCING,
O BLACKENED - ALL SO COAL - NOW RESET,
FISH EGGS, AND WHALES - ALL THE BLUBBER,
BY DESERTS’ SPRINGS - OASES SHARED O SHADES,
WITH SANDS OF TIME - TIMES OF SAND -
PLEASE COVER AND SHELTER LITE/DARK PATRICKS.
NAPOLEON - WHENCE WHEN THIRTEEN OH SO YOUNG,
OH CAESAR - OH BRUTUS - AND SO JOSEPH,
INCENSED - STIRRED A POT NOT SO MYRRH,
A FRANKINCENSE TO BARE - ODE TO ODIOUS,
PETER THE GREAT - AND - PETER THE APOSTLE,
WITH SNOWS OF NORTH - LORE OF SANTA -
PARDON GARCON - A HAND FOR LES FILLE.
SAINT BRENDAN - SAINT JUDE - JOLLY SAINT NICK,
SHADES OF WHEN - OF WHENCES WHENCE HENCE,
NAUGHTY OR NICE - NICE OR NAUGHTY - COAL -
AS ICES MELT - SO ICES GROW - CIRCUMNAVIGATIN’ -
OH MOLLY BROWN - A BOAT FOR ASTORS -
WITH DAVINCI - OH CUPID O BARED SKIES;
DONNER AND BLITZEN - VIXEN AND CUPID - PEAT.
LINCOLN TO JEFFERSON AND O JEFFERSON DAVIS,
MANGERS AND HIS PILGRIMS - O HUMBLE LOTS,
FOUR SCORE - OR SCORE NAUGHT - A NATION,
AS THE WHEATS AND GRAINS SO PURPLED -
LINKED ANEW FROM DIVIDED BACK TO UNDIVIDED,
WITH HAMILTONIAN SENSE AND MADISON REARED -
HUDDLED MASSES - WAR TORN AND TRAMPLED FIELDS.
MESSIANIC CANDIDATE O HOW - PREZ OBAMA - NOW;
BAD TO BE ABOVE THE MIDDLE, EVERMORE -
A RACE TO THE TOP - NEVERMORE, NEVERMORE;
MODERN MORALIST - INACTION AND AVOIDANCE - O DANGERS;
FROM ELKHART TO ALL HEARTS - NATION DIVIDED;
WITH DANCING O RESET - BALLET WAR RUSSI’N -
A STALIN’S LOT — A COPACETIC AMERICANA STOMP.
ROCKY’S ROCKETTES - PRANCERS DAVIES ALL SO BOONE;
COME ALL - COME YEE THAT MAY - COMETH -
FAIR LASSIES AND MUTTS ALL LADS - COMETH -
CELEBRATE - CELEBRATE - TOAST OUR MIDDLE BEST;
PUBLIUS OF THREE - SANTA AND HOLY SPIRIT-
WITH THE ALAMO AND FORT WASHINGTON - PASS’D -
SUBSCRIBED SO ORDAINED AND O MELT’D CROCKETR’.
PUTIN ON THE BLITZEN - O THUNDEROUS VIXENS,
COME ALL YEE FOR A BALLET’D BATTLE,
O NUTCRACKERS - NUTCRACKERS - NUTCRACKERS HOLY REIGNS -
PRANCERS AND DANCERS - HUMBLED MASSES, AND SOLDIERS,
RESET US TO OUR BETTER WAYS - JOIN’D -
WITH STEPS TO RIGHT - O TO LEFT -
A BATTLE - A DANCE OFF - OUR MISTLETOES’D?
J.P. HOGAN
[A WORK OF WEE MORN’ AS POSTED O THIS DAY’S DAWN]