ho ho ho.
it's state-controlled.
in the window,
a candle.
an egg.
behind the pane,
a touch of plague.
come to farm five, just down the lane.
the ostler is mad, the butler insane.
it's christmas time at farm five.
religion is dead.
obedience alive.
on the door,
a wreath.
a cross.
behind it, more
untimely loss.
come to farm five, for mandatory yule.
with last year's host's head
skewered on the newel.
I came bearing tidings, of sorts, only to find this quite suitable poem!
ReplyDeleteHere you go, Shay: WINGS, deal with it!
A Christmas poem already. :)
ReplyDeleteFarm Five sounds charming in a Stephen King novel kind of way.
ReplyDeletestate controlled and all about obedience...but the last hosts head leads me to wonder who runs the asylum
ReplyDeleteWalking upstairs cant be pleasant
ReplyDeleteMandatory, terrifying yule! I think you should make a holiday card of this...
ReplyDeletesounds like my kind of christmas.
ReplyDeleteWowzers, the head skewered on the newel is a festive touch! As always, the images you conjure up are amazing. Loved it. Now I must decorate my little room, hee hee.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to see what's wrapped in the gifts! Happy Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteFor starters ... I want that red cape! We won't tell Sherry I have our tree up and decorated! hee hee
ReplyDeleteI just love it when you start getting into the holiday spirit!
ReplyDeleteSure beats Enid Blyton's Famous Five!
ReplyDeleteThat's you, bringing the Christmas cheer. I think I grew up there--seems like it's a farm that could be a tenement if you blinked. And only you could turn that christmas jones into a communist plot.
ReplyDelete"when Black Friday comes" HA!
ReplyDeleteand a Merry Christmas to you ♥