There was an angry, old man from Atlanta who each winter was tapped to play Santa. In the suit he would bake, scratching a beard that was fake, as he fought Varsity dogs with piles of Mylanta.
Atlanta Limerick
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There was a tourist in Darjeeling
whose fingers and toes lost all feeling.
He didn’t remember
it’s cold in December,
and the dearth of heaters left him reeling.

orange lichens
adorn an old stone wall;
nature’s decorator

the plains below
the Himalayan foothills,
a sea of clouds

plump caterpillar,
grounded on the sidewalk,
hopes that wings
will come around - before
a careless foot does

Calcutta monsoons
are unkind to memorials
of past masters