"Checkin’ That List"
A(nother) Christmas Poem by Cory Stockwell
Hey, you’re checkin’ that list
You’re checkin’ that list
You’re checkin’ the list
Yeah you’re checkin’ that list
Everybody’s checkin’ that list
Yeah, you’re checkin’ a list
You’re checkin’ that list
You’re checkin’ a list
Yeah you’re checkin’ that list
Everybody’s checkin’ that list
Yeah you’re checkin’ that list when you’re sleeping
And you’re checkin’ it when you’re awake
And you’re checkin’ that list and you’re checkin’ that list
And then you’re checkin’ that list
Yeah
You’re checkin’ that list
You’re checkin’ that list
You’re checkin’ that list
Yeah you’re checkin’ a list
Everybody’s checkin’ that list
Untitled poem, 2020
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
Imagine there’s some big angry bear!
What if the bear wants to eat us up?
How bout some eggnog from the big orange cup?
The eggnog’s gonna tip over the edge.
Oh and by the way what’s that music you’re playing, is that the Sister Sledge?
Why yes it is. It’s an old radio station.
Ever find one of the best stocking stuffers is lotion?
Shit, the orange cup is overflowing,
Gonna make a mess, aren’t you knowing?
I believe the expression is: don’t you know?
In winter it’s hard to make things grow.
What? Look in the back yard, there’s some zucchini!
Hey let’s watch a rerun of I Dream of Jeannie!
This poem’s gonna win the Eliot Prize.
Lies, lies, lies, lies.
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Mhuhujnn household