A Christmas poem to Maharaja Rich from Anna

Roses are red  

Maharajas are blue  

Boy oh boy  

Do I have a story for you...


One dark Christmas night  

Mississippi shining bright  

A flamingo stretched a wing  

And softly began to sing.


The notes they rang out soft  

And through the air began to waft  

A tune so sad and blue  

But a rhythm so wild and new


Something in the air shifted  

And as the moonlight drifted  

A portal awoke  

Through it, the Maharajas spoke


"I have lost my palace  

And he has lost his palace too"

They looked at the flamingo:  

"We thought we'd come and stay with you."


The flamingo seemingly from air  

Found a bass guitar without a care  

All of time and space went stiff  

As he pulled off one sick riff.


The tabla was banging  

The harmonica jamming  

Tonight once more, we are lucky to see  

The Maharaja Blues set wild and free.


By Anna Staines, Christmas 2025

© 2025 Anna Staines. All rights reserved. Published with permission.

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Merry Christmas Dad! I hope you like my poem.  

Love from, Anna x





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