Poems of the Week

12 Days In

by Julia Griffin

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my Guests bestowed on me:
Twelve Babes A-Weeping
Eleven Grannies Griping
Ten Students Strumming
Nine Strangers Chancing
Eight Teens A-Sulking
Seven Sinks A-Brimming
Six Discs Not-Playing
Five Mold Rings;
Four Boring Nerds
Three Dud Pens
Two Dirty Gloves
And a Part-Now-Missing TV!