The Passing of Father Nog
My vacation is over. I was sick through most of it, until I landed on Martha's Vineyard (median home price: $365,000) and relaxed. Tomorrow I return to Los Angeles. Three days after that I head to Las Vegas.
Here is a suitable End-of-the-Holidays poem for use in libraries and school dedications:
The Passing of Father Nog
The children woke up squinting
And pried their lids apart
And in Dentoned feet they crept like cats
Down creaking stairs where waited there
The brandy-smelling gentleman
So close to childrens’ hearts:
Father Nog!
His boots were made of kitten
His merkin flecked with gray
And in his trousers lurkin’ were
The double tins of cinnamon
And nutmeg that filled hollow leg
For unscrewing there today
Father Nog!
A yellow calloused digit
Went quickly to his lips
For, spying eager children, knew
That nigh on slumbered parents who
Would rather have their eyes ripped out than
See their spawn at Noggie’s hips
(Father Nog)
“One taste, my tender spritelings
Then off I’ll be like wind
You’ll sample my concoction that is milky
As it’s frothy and quite eggy with its brandy
And you’ll know then why
The blender is our friend.”
- Nog, Father: The Hurting Thread (2007)
Sweet Susie stepped forward
To take the tepid stream
Unloosed by Noggie’s gyroscoping egg-nog pump
Developed by Nordic men of Hrothgar’s line
Who slew the twisty Fire Worms
With sim’lar creamy streams
Father Nog!
Young Billy with his aperture
Stretched like spelunkers’ dreams
Increased to ten the oxygen
That filled the hose in which then rose
The gushing jets of Christmas cheer
That burst from Noggie’s jeans
Father Nog!
And then into the grating
Where lights fluorescent whined
Went Father Nog, his tubing spent
Of all the essence of his love
Until the day when filled again would his leg be
Alas, next Christmas time.
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by Marty Barrett at Wednesday, January 03, 2007
1 Comments:
I can't believe you were on the Vineyard--a stone's throw across the bay from my home--and didn't call!!! By the way, Galen will enter college in...9 years. And we have three kids now....finally got a girl (yes, they were on sale at BJs...) so I can get that proverbial payback my mom always wished upon me.
Hope the west coast is treating you well...the land of fruits and nuts as my late father always put it!!!
-Jen (Wellington) McDonald
jenrmcd@comcast.net
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