For the twelve days of Christmas,
we maxed out all the credit cards
that’s still remaining to be paid,
Turning to a new-year resolution
for a harsh March foreclosure end.
Undigested gluttony feeds the sewer rats,
while our fridges turn to garbage-bins
for fermenting delicacies we never liked.
Our lives have ceased to operate
as the batteries were not included.
The purple eggnog bruises fill the shelters,
and divorce-attorneys celebrate the aftermaths
of the twelve days of Christmas.
Kerry invites us to replace words in various Christmas Book titles at toads. I think I’m safe from foreclosure this year.. so I look forward to a 2015 with lots of new challenges.