There is nothing wrong with short poems, so I thought I would put a few up. This is by C.S. Lewis. Most people think of him as a theologian or novelist. But, like most Inklings including Tolkien, he was a poet first.
Among the oxen (like an ox I’m slow)
I see a glory in the stable grow
Which, with the ox’s dullness might at length
Give me an ox’s strength.
Among the asses (stubborn I as they)
I see my Savior where I looked for hay;
So may my beast like folly learn at least
The patience of a beast.
Among the sheep (I like a sheep have strayed)
I watch the manger where my Lord is laid;
Oh that my baaing nature would win thence
Some woolly innocence!
Clive Staples Lewis
Lewis is generous. Belloc is more in the current zeitgeist.
May all my enemies go to hell,
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.