bad

Socks

I got sock this year

Along with a sweater

I always thought it was a bad joke

Not this year

I won’t ever wear either of them

I got a bad bunt cake

Some old hard candy

I even bought a ham

And managed to overcook it

I was sent a bad whisky

Bad wine

And fruit which is presently going bad

Left to rot

Like so many of these gifts

And to think

The senders of these gifts

The gifts I don’t like

Or won’t use

Were pleased with themselves

When they bought them

It makes me think of next Christmas

I’m going back to Costa Rica

Where no one can reach me

I won’t have to send them bad gifts

And if I’m lucky

They won’t either

dicky j loweman