A Tale in Rhyme from the 2013 “Merry Holiday Poems and Tales”
By
Gypsy Joy.
The year Two Thousand Thirteen might
Have been called the year of Epiphany fright
Were it not for the tips of two rabbits who found
On Epiphany Eve three Fathers frantically looking around
They were missing their little Wise Kings
A puppy, and some Epiphany play things.
Just busy with the Epiphany rehearse
Giggled the three when hearing of their parent’s search
When the Eastern Star shines bright
We will walk to the Market Square with our lanterns alight
And arrive at the nativity scene in style
Singing the Epiphany song and Baby Jesus will smile.
