Taking Stock

It’s not a dumb bell that I lift

Just a sound for you to gift

To those who are in need

Let them have your chicken feed

Or strut on by feeling thankful

That you have yourself a bagful

You’ll still hear the stinging ring

No, I’m not a ding-a-ling

Sometimes I must give back

Lest I feel under attack

For my deep-set conscience knows

Who fed me and how love grows

The mysterious Santa is you

But maybe there’s no clue

That you really hold the glue

On the planet always blue

No matter – Whatever!

I continue the endeavor

Of which I cannot measure

Yet, I’ll enjoy the weather

I’m trading in those spurs that jingle-jangle-jingle

Still, I go riding merrily along

And wedding bells will replace

Whenever I stop running the rat race

Meanwhile, as I do the jingle-bell rock

I’ll try not to gossip or talk

Since singing the melody helps me take stock

About what I’m put here to do (Entertain you!)

Se la vie & Adios!

Feliz Navidad! I am engrossed

Mele Kalikimaka!

Bells I’m gonna ROCK-A!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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