Friday, November 05, 2010

I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus...

TOMMY (sings):
I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus/ Underneath the mistletoe tonight

They didn't see me creep/ Down the stairs to have a peep
They thought that I was tucked up/ In my bedroom, fast alseep.

And I saw mommy tickle Santa Claus/ Underneath his beard so snowy white.

Oh what a laugh it would have been/ If daddy had only seen/
Mommy kissing Santa Claus to-night... 

JOHN (sings):
Yeah I saw my wife kissing Santa Claus/ Underneath the mistletoe tonight/
They didn't see me creep/ from the kitchen to have a peep /
They thought that I was senseless/ In our bedroom fast alseep

Yeah I saw mommy tickle Santa Claus/ Underneath his belt so big and wide...


John turns to the audience and says


"At this point all I see is red."
"The red of his stupid fur-lined suit"
"The red of my wife's lips as they curl round his..." 


John points his Steyr AUG at the Santa and Mommy. John empties it.

JOHN (sings, slowly):    
...And it's a shame my son had been/ a witness to his mother's sin
and his father shooting Mom tonight

"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife." 

John shoots Santa in the face with his Glock for good measure. Tommy runs away screaming. 

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Tony's Day

The college is a long walk
under a barren sun,
cold classrooms that you
get to after a long hard run.
Then there is climbing upon
costly carpeted stairs before lunch.
After that, one more long-haired teacher.
After that, I go home.

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Tuvshin (aka Tony) was a student of mine from Mongolia. (Yes, I was teaching Engrish) This poem was written as a sample to show him and his Chinese classmate Peng Ju (aka Michael) that poetry need not climb ridiculous heights in subject matter or use of language.

March 2010