Today may be my last Twitter Poem until December 29th as I am not working the rest of the week, and will be mostly too busy with my family for the holidays to do much blogging, or poetry these next few days. 10 people provided the random words on twitter (highlighted in blue) and I was inspired to write my Dragon Blogger poem version of The Polar Express using those words.
Thanks to the following people and their words:
@TheNonsenseBlog (thousand), @peteej (chocolate), @shawniec (charisma), @izealove (waffle), @lejonprime (bunyon), @benjphoto (portmanteau), @jamiain (blustery), @dirkjohnson (awareness), @blm03 (joyful), @reginasuniverse (anise)
Dragon Bloggers Polar Express
Hurry up and pack your portmanteau
We leave for a place of magic
Only children are called to this journey
This place within an ancient land up north
We shall whisk you away inside a great train
So your feet won’t pick up a bunyon
As you sit in the train car filled with wonder
A thousand other children are seated around you
Wafting through the air the smell of hot chocolate
Brought out in large cups and saucer places
Accompanying such a potable dessert
Lay a small dusted waffle like a decoration
With a flavor of nutmeg and a hint of anise
Your sense of taste and smell elevated so high
You wonder where this train will head
As it rides quickly in the pitch black night
In a few hours of chatting with others
Awareness sets in and consensus is reached
The North Pole is our destination it seems
Kids can’t believe it, it just can’t be
The train comes to a halt in the center of town
Elves who look like short me are standing around
Kids disembark the train and are led down a path
Where a tree stands so tall and presents are all wrapped
A man stands before you so joyful and tall
His charisma as large as a one hundred foot wall
With a blustery laugh he greets you all with a cheer
Only then do you notice the dozen reindeer
He tells the kids one by one who sit on his lap
Think of a present before going down for a nap
After each kid reveals their Christmas bliss
They part farewell and one gives Rudolph a kiss
This nights journey soon ends with the train ride back
And just as they leave Santa’s whip gives a crack
The reindeer take off dragging the sleigh in tow
As the train starts to take off it begins to snow
Will I think this was a dream when I wake the next morning?
All this could not have happened last night without warning
It is then that I realized that I ripped my sleeve
And from that day forward I would always believe
Merry Christmas
-Poem by Dragon Blogger