THE HOLIDAYS

Singing parang, soca parang
chutney parang, chinee parang
from November we forewarn
of Christmas morn.

That morn where a year's savings can evaporate
into gifts, decorations, punch a creme and black cake
when after all the fuss in six hours it passes.
You sit and wonder who's responsible? and who's washing the dishes?

By the time season over you gain ten pounds
tastin everybody hand including Bobo the clown
your liquor done, food done, decorations worn, money done
wondering if you gonna make it to February one.

With carnival on the approaching horizon the entire fiasco fades
Thank God for the opportunity though, for family time in the holidays.

Copyright by Janique Dennis