Absolute Twaddle: Mistletoe
21 December, 2021 by katelaity

THE MISTLETOE
High over your head grows a green witches’ broom —
A parasite they say, tho’ loved by bride and groom.
One kiss exchanged under the ball of green
Assures the truest lovers ever to be seen.
Pluck a druid’s berry to forever seal the bond;
When the pearls are gone you’ll never be so fond.
Lovers seek and lovers lose
Be so careful how you choose
To kiss under the mistletoe.