A Leg and an Arm

In the dim corner of a morning dream,
Shadows play and whispers steam,
There stood a man, not quite serene,
Vaguely Santa, but a little less keen.

"Plop plop, fizz fizz," he sang with glee,
Off-key notes, bizarre, giddy, and free.
"I'm coming to town," he belted at me,
In a broken rhythm, a drunken plea.

Through my addled mind's deep maze,
His voice, a blend of many past days.
In alleys of thought, so oddly phrased,
A chorus of sayings, strangely dazed.

There he wandered through the night,
A figure who was odd, yet oddly right.
Singing his song with all his might,
Where the day is as dark as the night.