A Limerick? I couldn't help whip this off today after visiting the mall to buy a gift for my daughter for Christmas. (And the mall was busy.) Fortunately, nothing happened like the poem below, but the trip reminded me of years long past when I asked my mom for a doll I never got. The stores were sold out everywhere and to torture my mother further it was the only thing I'd asked for that year. (Sorry, mom!) Here's hoping everyone's holidays this year is a jolly one.

This is my entry for the December WP_poetry contest.

***This poem was the THIRD PLACE winning entry.***

The Spirit of Christmas Present

'Tis the season I know to be jolly,

where mobs battle the mall to buy the last dolly.

If one is found,

you're ground and pound,

till you're carried away on a trolly.