The day that started bright
And sunny
Turned gray with heavy
Darkened clouds
Lightning rods flickered
Thrashed about the ghost-like
Skies and heavy rain followed
In a soaking downpour.
Regardless of the weather
The Festival of Joy will start
We were told.
But common sense was loud
And clear: forget tonight’s
Participation
Unless you’d like a cold
Indeed!
Watch the festival on the
Heldenplatz on TV
Where people cowered
Below blankets and had
Raincoats and parka jackets
Donned
Like the president in a thick
Worsted wool coat.
Mr.T agreed it was wise
Not to go
But still he murmured his
Disappointment not having
Participated in person
Joining presidents and friends.
Watching TV and sipping
Water
Mr.T snoozed off and the poet
Encouraged to try some of
The red wine
Joined Mr.T with a light
Slumber until midnight.
JOY.YOJ
zoltanzelan ZJG-POerty’18.