A Sonnet On Celebrity

A Sonnet On Celebrity

A Shallow Parody of Shakespeare's

Shall I compare thee to a Christmas tree?

Thou art more gaudy and much more prickly:

Rank Brussels’ breeze does shake sharp needles free,

And Yuletide’s lengthy feast leaves us sickly:

Sometimes, one bulb blown, fairy lights won’t shine,

And each is tested, but less than my calm,

Till the bebaubled branches illumine

Tacky tat wrapped, ribboned, made to look glam:

But thy eternal Christmas fails to cease

So your flatulent frippery lacks vim;

Attempts to enlighten garrulous geese

Would be less trying, for you are so dim.

Christmas is short and can be joyous,

But you just hang around and annoy us.

                                                            (c)Frank Rooney