My stomach's full up, I'm relaxed and well-rested;
my yule-hole is now in a spot quite untested.
I've eaten much more than my good sense demanded
and, as a result, my poor waistline's expanded.
Of choc'lates and cherries I've quite had my fill,
my face has been stuffed 'til I'm now feeling ill.
Yet, still I can brag without lying, because
I'm twice the man now than this morning I was.
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Author Notes
yule-hole (n.) the hole you must move your belt buckle to after eating Christmas lunch.
Merry Christmas!
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Image: Ana Felix [CC BY 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons. Resized and colours added by me.
Thanks for reading.
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