A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, October 16, 2023

"O come all ye"

Oh come 
all ye faithful, 
joyful and
triumphadent 
no wait 

Triumphant!
And really, only if
you're all three (3),
the song asks you
to come. If 
you're
only faithful, joyful
OR triumph
-ant, or if you find
you've got 2 out of 3,
please 

no line-jumping, please.
Please WAIT
for some other hymn
or (hyr, or thyr) to sound,
so you can join in, full
voice and applicability.
Please! If you fit the
carol's criteria, then
join in if you're feeling it! 
If you are moved to 

Wait your GOD-
BLEST TURN 

THOUGH PLEASE! 2
out of 3 ain't bad, and
even ONE (1) of those 
adjectival slammers 
is pretty good, huh?

No cause to barge in
where you weren't called
to "come all ye." Hold
up, hold on, hold out unless
and until you hit 
all three! 

(3). 

A significant number, 
in those days of yore OR
in these days of yours. Even, 
if one might say so: 

these days of ours.  

Oh wait. What the heck
do you do 
IF
you find you are
or have got all three (3)?

What 
does 
one (1) do then? 

Well, what one (1)
should do, once
one recognizes one
has the good fortune, 
dumb luck or grace to be
all three 

of those heavy-hittin' 
traits or circumstances 

If that describes you, sure.
Dive in, chime in, pipe up
and sing right all the way
through. From the aforementioned
start to the rest of the song, 
baby 

Sing it then.
You know the tune. Make up 
the words if you have
to

Christmas 
is coming hard and fast, 
hot and hard just past Halloween's
ass, and Thanksgiving's case. 

Why, before you know it, 
it's January 1st, so 

you know 

you don't have to jump 
the line, cut it early just 
for a proper slice 

of season's greetings. 

Do you? 

If so, then sure. 
Just get in where you fit 
in. Or fit out! Or fit it, or 

it fits you. Suits you fine, 
Caroline. Fits you well, 
William Tell. Now, 

how would you like to bob 
for an apple. I'll put it 
in a prime spot 
take a shot 

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