There’s something unstable
At holiday table.
No dialogue, just dueling jaws
With yammers, clamors, and guffaws –
A pair of clowns
Sparring for crowns.
They vie to win grandfather clause.
Unending tirades, on they drone
And interrupt to speak their own.
The world abides
And takes no sides;
We hold our peace with silent groan.
Why is it that these two antiques
With shrillest shrieks and flapping beaks
Persist unchecked
In disrespect,
As others guard their private piques?
c2018
by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Theme art – adapted from
public domain image
Still from Foreign Legion, 1950
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