A Deceptively Seasonal Poem

A Deceptively Seasonal Poem

Written by Ye Old Scribe

Produced out of an oven
Roasted
In the pits
Of pure Hell
With hate
Crisp on the top
Burnt in the middle
So many pretend
They can defend
The chef
With a mind as toasted
And
As his irrational
Daily
Burnt sacrifice
Offerings

Glen Beck
Turkey
Extraordinaire
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About Lutin Muse

The fictional poster at The LTS Monthly Lutin-Muse Literary Journal. It’s all done by magical fairy dust sprinkled by an A-Muse-ing goblin… and then sealed with hardened moose drool.