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