Thinner Belles (Christmas in Dixie) : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku and Song

When Dixie’s daughter/
Comes back from Christmas up North,/
I sing “Thinner Bells”.

*Sung to the tune of “Silver Bells”
Thinner Belles!
Thinner Belles!
it’s Christmas time down in Dixie!
Not much snow!
fewer clothes!
Soon it will be Christmas Day.
In Wisconsin
they’re all bundling
trying just to keep warm
that you can’t even see what they look like.
Past Mason Dixon
they’re all fixing
to show off their form.
With no snow suits or parkas we’ll cheer!
Thinner Belles!
Thinner Belles!
it’s Christmas time down in Dixie.
They’re so cute.
No snow boots.
Soon it will be Christmas Day!

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Shedding A Stinky Parka: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

I wore my old stinky parka
because I was afraid of freezing.
Then, one day, I felt the warmth
of the sun on my face.

So I unzipped it,
pulled it off,
threw it away,
and stood there in my swim trunks and t-shirt.

And the sun was warm,
and the air was calm,
and though the lake still had ice,
the geese were flying north.

I jumped in
over my head,
and washed myself
in the frigid water.

And when I climbed out over the
slippery, ice-covered rocks,
I was clean, and refreshed,
and alive, and warm.

I left my stinky parka by the shore
and walked away.
The stink wasn’t on me.
It was something I carried.