Dada Is My Name

Bottle is  my   name     Bottle is my name, come drink from me deeply,   my vessel of plastic and glass   and sometimes I’m even covered in metal or tin.   I come in all sizes, for you to enjoy, wrap your lips   around my head and breathe in. I don’t mind   a beer, some coke, or some gin   but share me with wine for some bliss.   I’m sometimes filled with warm milk   for babies to drink   and sometimes I’m smashed   when people are too   drunk and have partaken in me,   my insides, my fluids,    my hymn.   For thousands of years   I have been where you drink,   Bottle Is My Name,   I Am Timeless!   (AND Priceless!)   (( of course  I am biased!))       Photo by Sara Groblechner on Unsplash

  Christmas is my name Christmas is my name, I’m jolly, I’m tinsel but what I’m really about… Birth of Christ. But presents and Santa is what everyone knows, what everyone expects when I visit them each year. I’m in Winter or Summer depending on where you live, great celebrations and feasts are held in my name. Serenade me with carols, drink deeply my name, put stars on my trees, play happy family! So much comes to mind, So many stories, and, dare I say it, bullshit, but if I make you all joyful, cheerful and happy, carry on like you do: Christmas is my name, I think? Oh damn, I’ve forgotten! Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash