CEILING WAX

While staring at the ceiling wax a simple thought arose.
“What if all the ribbons in the world were all tied up in bows?”

Would then we need a special gift for each and every one?
And if indeed we had that many, would they pile to the sun?

“The sun!”, I thought. That’s pretty high.
Why, that would stack into the sky;
These packages we would need for all the bows.
Still as of now, no one knows.

“Nose!”, I thought that’s a funny word.
But then again so is bird.
Or house
Or horse
Or movie plot
Or Zanzibar and melting pot.
Did somebody plan this?
My thought is not.
When will they ask me?

Probably never, but I’m not concerned
Because clearly by then all the bows will have burned.
For stacking gifts up to the sun may seem OK and a lot of fun,
But as common sense goes,
Not a practical one.

:::dcb