Which means 'tis nearly Christmas and I must
Get wrapping all this loot. My gift is rhyme,
And maybe taste in presents, but I just
Can't seem to make this paper do my will.
A mere three scraps of tape is all one needs,
Allegedly, to seal them, but my skill
Makes that a joke - it's four at least. My deeds
With giftwrap would put Lovecraft, lo, to shame:
Geometries unseen emerge with each,
E'en if the box is quite Platonic. Lame?
Too tame a word for what I've within reach:
These packages are better termed as blobs.
At least provoking laughter if not sobs.