'tis the season for smelly Santa and raggled reindeer miserable mistletoe and dastardly decorations tangled tinsel and prickly pinetrees so have a crappy Christmas and a nasty New Year.
Okay this is a chaptered poem. Nine in all. The first one I wrote was 'Nine'. It has nine lines and it was the ninth poem I published on FP. Cool riiiiiight. Hahahaha. Okay anyway, all of them are about ... food. :] YUM.
Imagine you're in a kitchen on a wooden chair (that's painted white) and you're hugging your knees to your chest as you drink something warm. The kitchen lights illuminate the tabletop, countertop, floor tiles. It's past two a.m. and the air is cold, but it feels so nice.
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drunk
hopeful
peaceful
giddy
happy