If each holiday song, gotten jotted down wrong,
reappeared, but sung weird and inchoate,
would've stuff taking place showed a different face?
Would the world have unfurled as we know it?
If (say) Clement Clarke Moore had penned "Fortnights Before..." --
this in lieu of the lyrics we love,
then would issues of race now but rarely take place?
Would each push need to come to a shove?
And if Bach's "Hallelujah" were sung "If I knew ya
were coming I'd bake ya a cake,"
would've Adam's mate Eve from God's garden took leave,
scarffed a pear and then married the Snake?
If a true lover sings. "...five aluminum rings..."
in his air about pear trees and partridges,
would've JFK's 'cade proved a less grim parade?
Would Lee Harvey have run short of cartridges?
If those Magi guys were from the Occident, myrrh,
gold and frankincense might have, instead,
been a Myrtle Beach condo, one Golden Fernando
and Frankenstein's second-best bed.
Had he* dashed through the snow in a multi-horse No-
va instead of a single-horse sleigh,
would they've figured a way -- that proverbial "they" --
to prefabricate Rome in one day?
* James Lord Pierpont, composer of "Jingle Bells."
And had Frosty the Snowman proved less tele-showman
and more ecological hero,
would the globe have stopped warming, stopped tropical storming?
Would rumors of war approach zero?
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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