Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #48
The Devil Wore A Bowler
by Belinda Roddie
The devil wore a bowler Christmas eve
and twirled a cane tipped with silver. He curled
his fingers around the door knob and pulled
ever so slightly to ensure entry
into the tiny apartment. He found
a young mother rocking her weary child
to heavy sleep beside the neon tree
and half a dozen presents lined up nice
and neat in a short row. The devil stopped
to pull a small comb from his coat and slick
his mustache into perfect shape. He left
a parcel wrapped in red and green paper
with gold ribbon on top. The devil's gift
would leave the household quite awfully sick.
by Belinda Roddie
The devil wore a bowler Christmas eve
and twirled a cane tipped with silver. He curled
his fingers around the door knob and pulled
ever so slightly to ensure entry
into the tiny apartment. He found
a young mother rocking her weary child
to heavy sleep beside the neon tree
and half a dozen presents lined up nice
and neat in a short row. The devil stopped
to pull a small comb from his coat and slick
his mustache into perfect shape. He left
a parcel wrapped in red and green paper
with gold ribbon on top. The devil's gift
would leave the household quite awfully sick.
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