Christmas Peroration

My love, where're you in this world?

I'm lost in a frozen and empty hall.

Loneliness is sapping my pageantry glamour

And wall geckos are my new friends

In a room where nothing trends.

Cold wind is kissing my lips.

My feet are locked in my hips.

I coil in a thick hood

Because the weather is rude.

And this tumbled my mood.

The yultide season isn't quirky.

Bandits make life so risky.

Luckily, there's not quintessence of you

In the whole wide world who

Can measure with your wonderful love.

I'm raddled checking on the postmaster

If he brought your mails of raga

For the preace of my troubled mind

Which is raided by worthless stints

That brings nothing to my stilts.