Seasonal Poem
December 24, 2009
In a padded small room, one voice could be heard
that of a wailing, preposterous nerd
Yet lo, hear again, for the tone quickly shifts
to that of a kindly old man baring gifts
As quick as he came, he now is replaced
by a headstrong young fellow who just won a race
Now you may just think that this lad is pure crazy
but look closely, lest you be mistaken as lazy
For the man in the room, sharp as a tooth
Is simply Lucien, inside the recording booth
Happy Holidays
