Stashing the Joy

In 1951, love dreams of having this year,

Entertaining witness protection,

Drinking with a friend.

But does anybody really have a good night?

Where does Rosemary stash the joy?

We aren't even going to be happy with Christmas.

If this “snow” keeps up, those who pray

Will make us pull over and cry.

The suffering is over.

This half-naked lady, a really cute montage,

Walked right into the lamp post.

Her ripped dress, silenced until tomorrow,

Looks like the Brothers Grimm.

Outside the house, she sleeps well,

Touched up by a snowy afternoon.