Oh, to wear a jolly hat,
An impressive chapeau,
A trendy topper.
And be:
The host of the neighbourhood,
The toast of the town,
The Crème de la crème.
The bee in the bonnet,
The bee’s knees,
The cat’s meow,
The font of celebration
And good cheer
To direct,
Like a traffic cop
In the midst of
COVID constraint
and
Rambunctious chaos.
All those
In their honking cars,
With balloons
Tied to door handles
Or streaming
From
Open windows
Fiddling
(figuratively)
Whilst Rome burns.
Bringing cheer to those,
Trapped upon their balconies,
Daring not to go down
To the parking lots of life.
Except
(of course)
For those few
– well, not so few –
Who leap over constraints;.
Social order;
Good health
&
Metal fencing.
To grab at
Proffered gifts,
And bestow upon
Friend and family alike
The hugs
And
Kiss
Of Death.
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