What it is

June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

12/25
Song

It's raining on Christmas.
What did you expect?
This isn't New England--
It's the Pacific Northwest.
We don't do White Christmas
or one horse open sleighs
because here in Seattle
it'll most likely rain.
Santa comes down our chimneys
dressed in Gore Tex
& Frosty the Snowman
is a puddle at best.
Still we light up our houses.
Fire up a Yule log
& sing along with Bing Crosby
in the mist & the fog.
It's Christmas in Seattle
but if you need proof
check out the holly
growing out of your roof.
So it rains here on Christmas--
we think that's alright
'cause it rains here on New Years,
& Kwanzaa & Hanukkah & the 4th of July.
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