Hollies and the concubines of hollies
decked with berried pompadours and berried waists
await their Christmas casting calls.
Another summer slides asleep into a poem,
but betrothals start at clock-change.
Distant kings are troubled. Starlights jumble
and begin to elbow to the front.
Merried, berried, follied flipper-flappered
hollies and the concubines of hollies
listen for the bridegroom.
TimothyOne 