Mistletoe

It’s nothing but a parasite
That grows on trees,
Yet once a year we chop
It off and hang it from our ceilings.
Then when we’re trapped
Beaneath it with another
We kiss and smile and make merry.
Oh how I long to be kissed
Underneath some mistletoe.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s