Limericks

I used to wrap gifts with great flair,

My corners were creased with great care.

Now a bow’s too ambitious.

And the results are suspicious —

So my presents bring joy, and a stare.

At parties I once stayed till two;

Now ten after nine it’s, “adieu.”

But I leave with a toast:

"May your holiday roast,

Stay juicy and moist, just like you.”

I asked a.i.’s help with the tree,

It measured each branch, “to the T”

But my cats went berserk,

And brought down the work,

So I’m trimming again, oh, the glee!