Shoelaces and Slop

Thanksgiving came and went again

And boys played football in the rain

And little ones spied Santa Clause

Who settled down with tiny Tim

And rectified the unfair hand.

Dealt awfully hard to some, we say

There’s something boyish about this phase

of life eternal, or holidays.

Tie them up, those sneakers, shoes

Brace against the snow and flu

Winter’s here but once a year

And feed the hogs–in slop.

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