Cherish kissing under mistletoe?
Then do not ingest another word,
because this sprig of smooches
originates from the dung of birds.
A plant of peace it once was seen,
but now botanists know the brutal truth,
for from healthy trees a sprig will nibble
with an insatiable, parasitical tooth.
This bough of love feeds on that
which winged creators poop upon,
and throughout seasons, green or gray,
plays the part of the sadistic spawn.
So watch the birds perch in winter trees
and kiss your love in wee holiday hours
but remember mistletoe is nature's joke,
express from feathered friends' bowels.