My First Christmas Tree - poem
by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy
Me, Me, Unlucky ME,
I don't even have a TREE;
Good, Good, tree in trash,
To dime store with all my cash!
Gee, Gee, Lucky ME,
Someone's limb is now my TREE;
Shop, Shop, pay the man,
Helping me is now his plan!
Hee, Hee, Happy ME,
Just can't wait to trim my TREE;
Look, Look, Come and see my pretty lights,
Rainbow MINE for days and nights!
See, See, Happy ME,
Silver GLITTERs on my TREE;
Smile, Smile, packages, and no one knows,
Can't wait 'til MOTHER opens those!
Me, Me, Unhappy ME,
Now I must take down my TREE;
Cry, Cry, in the trash and store the TRIM,
MANY YEARs, MANY TREEs, none so
SPECIAL as MY LIMB !!! !
WRITTEN FOR MR.H.I.HOLT,
WHO SOLD ME EVERYTHING
I NEEDED TO DECORATE MY
TREE FOR MY $ 3.61, and gave
me $.17 change, so I wouldn't be
suspicious.........written 22 Apr. 1996
I read it to him on the phone, then
mailed him a copy. PJRS