King Garland (Christmas humor)
by louis gander Oh, once upon a selfish time King Garland had his reign, but he had planned an evil scheme that no one could contain. Before the holidays arrived his men would decorate. Besieged with colored lighting grand, while subjects would await. Bright lights were hung and garland strung from pillars through the halls, but never was there quite enough for old King Garland's walls. He called his servants, gave to them decree that he had signed, to confiscate all garland 'round - each piece that they could find. So all his men went out that day collecting all they could. They entered every store and home and left their walls bare wood. They brought back all their garland, lights and even decorations - in hopes that they'd impress the king, (win his admiration). Well, mothers wept and children cried. Oh, what were they to do? Have Christmas without colored lights? Their deep frustrations grew. They came from every shop and home - from even desert sand, to protest theft of Christmastime from all across their land. They gathered at the castle walls. The protesters would scream. The king had fin'lly heard enough and thought them most extreme. Concocted, he, pathetic lies - some great deceptive lines... He'd either calm the crowd a bit, or threaten them with fines. But on his way to balcony, we witnessed quite a sight. At top of stairs, his crown got snagged on just one garland's light. He quickly grasped his priceless crown so it would not fall off... (the queen had started laughing but she hid it with a cough). From that point on it went downhill. On garland, he had stumbled. And then the laughter opened up when we saw how he tumbled... ...bouncing down the stairway toward the great, grand balcony where ev'ryone was gathered 'round, where ev'ryone could see. Well, how it happened, we're not sure but crowd was quite aghast. The king, himself, embarrassed. It happened all so fast. With garland tangled 'round his foot the crowd let out a cheer - for king was swinging up-side-down below the chandelier! T'was then the king decided that, (because of his bad fall), that ev'ry single Christmas should be lived by one and all. So handed back, was ev'ry piece of garland that he stole. The people had their Christmas back - while king had gotten coal. The moral of this poem? Do not be some pathetic fool who let's greed have its way. You cannot steal the Spirit from the folk on Christmas day. Treat others, not as subjects, but respect them all instead. If selfish, ever, you become, may blood rush to your head. 2014 louis gander Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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