imperfect offerings

 for christmas, i turned
the kitchen into a sitting room, with a card table
island . my funky shaped polka dot green
matching chairs invite you to sit and chat
 madonna watches over
hope and joy, who throw green and red
auroras upon her and a yellow silk
chinese umbrella hung the corner
 above  the china cabinet where our lady
kneels in prayer or work
we are not sure. the kitchen is clean now
and quiet, food devoured
 earlier. everyone raved so much
over the greens that i had to fess up
that i burnt the fuck out of them and
 there's a scorched pot in the back yard
 to prove it so they won't
 be tasting that again because i won't
 repeat the recipe on purpose and
since madonna didn't warn me i'm
minding those lit candles with care.