A touching, emotional masterpiece by S. S. Ahava. Season’s Greetings, Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to all our devoted readers!

Dear Mr. Rudyard Kipling,
I tried to keep my head while all about me
The sound of guillotines went chop-chop-chop.
Decapitated heads were rolling slowly
All down the stairs towards the butcher’s shop.
The hardest part was standing out there waiting
A patron badgered me about his bill.
As severed heads soon bounced upon the grating,
I said, “Sir, would you care for a refill?”
I dream and think as much as life allows me,
And thus I often miss the train to work.
I meet …

It’s almost Christmas
So I must write about it
In a haiku form
We tend to write shit
But this time of year we try
To write excrement
Because we found joy
In our hearts and in our minds
So it’s party time
No dead baby jokes
No abusing Thoreau’s book
(’Walden still sucks!’ -Ed)
No humanist crap
About how we’ll rule the world
Because it’s not true
We must celebrate
Christmas is all about fun
And for some: sadness
The ground is all white
Not with snow, but with dead doves
It’s bird flu, …