A Poem

I Hate Christmas Lights

a poem by Tacy Nelson

Christmas lights, so bright and cheery

I love to see you lit,

But when I go to string you yearly

it always ends with a fit.

Why do you refuse to work?

I really don't understand.

You make me feel like a big fat jerk

like YOU have the upper-hand.

All I want is some Christmas cheer,

is that so hard to see?

It only comes this time of year,

so please cooperate with me!