Sonnet Number Two. A Metaphor

[albadger]

DECEMBER 18 AND THERE'S A BRIGHTLY-WRAPPED BOX UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S IN IT
a Sonnet
by Al Badger

One week 'til Christmas and this time must be
The longest, hardest wait to try my soul;
The wrapped-up package underneath the tree
Could be an XBox One or lump of coal.

And how endure this perturbatious week?
Too stressed to eat or sleep or pet the cat.
It wouldn't be quite ethical to peek.
And worry-eating makes my hips look fat.

Some physical activity would do;
I'll walk three hundred times around the block,
Or busy up my hands with sticks and glue
And make some Etsy merchandise to hawk.

But really make my collywobbles pay?
I'd rather do a yarn craft like crochet.