Sweater Meat (A Seasonal Poem)

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Don your yarn knit sweaters snug

Your feather scarves and darling gloves 

Zip the vest which hugs your heart

When mugs are tipped in goose-bumped arcs

And tongues are sticking to the frost

Where someone's listening if you cough 

To watch your breath ascend in swirls

Of cotton blended crystal pearls

That melt against a whistling nose

That wipes it's whiskers on your clothes 

To sniffle up your felt and fleece

And bite your bellybutton pink 

Might you hold your sneeze or shudder

Whether froze or be a runner

Wind will blow your toes asunder

Chill will choke your glowing lumber

Throw your reams of gifted afghans

Grip your tundra-print pajamas

Wish you on the north most glimmer

Cold will pinch your cozy sitter

Cross your mittens, come the blizzard

Finish with your lovely dinner

Someone hungry's in the weather

Wrapped in liver spotted leather

Itching after snuggled souls

To tickle tween the fuzzy folds

With crippled fingers forged to snag

What neatly knotted strings you have

What tightly fitted weaves of thread

And moccasins to please your step

The pockets in your evening robe

Will open easy, key or no

And someone's got a deep suspicion

Lots of secret lint is hidden

Don't you want another stocking

Go sneak on an extra topping

Go and scream your satin lungs in

No one but the draft is comin'

To sliver past your flimsy fabric

Ripping holes as big as hands

That scratch you so to see the static

Prick a patch of peachy strands

Which stick like velcro to his ribs

Whilst his twinkling peepers drip

His appetite need not grow fonder

Once he smells your shrinking collar

Once that plushy velvet crushes

When his cracking elbow clutches

To your stretched elastic bungees

That will wedge until it numbs thee

Slush will track your showy strappings

Wheezing gusts will dry your chapping

Silver wire will tug in ponder

Might he know you under water

Icy bones will tow their plunder

Slip you neath a snowy blubber

Lift your hosen, lock your knees

'Fore old man winter soaks his teeth

Ere his broken ticker crumbles

'Low your thick of toasty bundle

Where you didn't stitch together

When the sun sets quick as ever

Tuck your linens, shut those sleeves

Take your comforter, indeed

Layer rows of blinking wreaths on

Sash your shoulders, make your feet hot

Clad in bows and candy ribbon

Sew your coat a festive prison

Taylor buckles, bless your keister 

Someone's going to catch your fever