John Keyes

Gather round sit down sit down
On seat and chair and even ground
Absorb the heat dechill your bones
The flames tickle and sticks groan.

A black shadow chasing dark
A bright eye containing spark
A warm coat preventing cold
Sitting now as good as gold.

Explosions in the sky
Drums beating birds fly
Streamers streaming up and down
Bounding bouncing enerball.

Deadlines trotting closer still
Away away don’t make me ill
I’ll get around to it soon
Like when I promised I’d clean my room.

To use them too frequently is farce
You can shove your hashtags up your arse.