Earl and Beau disagree on when to put up holiday decorations.
|“Don’t decorate too soon!” Opined Earl Lee,
who was contradicted by Beau Regard:
“Decorations should be put up sooner.”
“Why do you think that?” Earl hissed like an asp.
Beau bit on a pencil, his ears wiggled:
“Look-e here, this beautiful ornament,
’tis silver glitter looking for some eyes.”
“Oh Beau,” Earl sipped some coffee like a sax,
“The eyes have it long enough in season,
and you expect the season to be long!”
“Sup!” Smacked Beau, his face a red tomato,
his arms outstretched like he saw, Atlas Shrugged.
“For me, or not for me…the hell you ask!”
“Tis nobler for the Christmas spirit here,
and all I ask is tinsel for the trees.”
“Earl, let all the decorations flow like rain,”
“so as to whet the season’s joy for all.”
“Get thee hence! Oh Beau, regard your passion.”
“This is imposing—Turkey Day gets lost.”
Earl tweaked his handlebar mustache, puffed, “Ha!”
proud as punch over his Turkey Day say.
“Oh, string some Q-Tips together,” piped Beau;
“Thou hath the nose on which to hang the Tips!”
“But not too soon,” said Earl. “There is no rush.”