Confusing Days

It is forty days to Christmas

Therefore the company of my friends

A most confusing day was spent

An hour felt like forty days of Lent

We discussed art and grey matter collided

When issues of race and politics were casually provided

With tea and warmth the arguments subsided

Most thankful we were that we had been casually invited

We are  recovering members of Asshole Anonymous

Even though the feelings are sometimes anomalous

We like it when people let us speak and watch

We are content to let these empty intellectual eggs hatch

Very soon we were off to bed

Twas the month before Christmas, so much left unsaid

The carriage turns into a pumpkin at the hour of twelve

And this confusing day we shall need to shelve




Author: Ajay Ohri

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