I dont know why, but I really like this poem. I know that it’s silly, but that’s the whole point:

 

Christmas Lights

My true love stood in a cardboard

box painted black with stars

and moons glittering upon it.

Around it she had described a

dozen gifts so neatly wrapped

with ribbon and bows.

She dressed in green and trailed

sparkling party lights around her head

and breasts and stood arms out wide

shaking bangles and bracelets of silver

and cried Merry Christmas to

everyone, have a wonderful time.

Before she had to switch the

lights off as they burnt her face.

But she was the most adorable

Christmas Tree a man could

ever wish for.