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Christmas Cracker
O K - so its Christmas - (A weary Hooray)
And I'm trying to write some verse for Christmas day.
I made a good start , and then fell on my ass,
When my muse upped and left me. HOW COULD SHE!! HOW CRASS!!
She said she got no thanks for all that she'd done;
I told her to get her tanks offa my lawn!
I laughed till I cried at her hectoring tone,
But miss her remarks now I'm left on my own.
The last words she spoke, before she flew away,
Were " If you ask me nicely, right now, then I'll stay."
I'd heard these pathetic lines often before,
When in a bad mood I would show her the door!
So here I am, Christmas day, sitting alone,
Regretting my temper,still hoping she'll phone.
I hear my door open - feel my spirits lift....
But its just nosey Santa wondering why I've no gifts
Comments
Tam the Chanter
Thu, 2012-12-20 18:21
You see right through me ,
You see right through me , Lonnie, I strained too much for a rhyme in this one.
Thanks for the honesty, I really value it
TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA
weirdelf
Tue, 2012-12-18 09:51
The bitch! She clearly left you
My muse is a slut, she sees other poets and visits me occasionally.
I'm considering the radical idea of writing my own fucking poetry and fuck the bitches.
cheers,
Jess
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Tam the Chanter
Thu, 2012-12-20 18:23
Muses
I wish she would visit me occasionally, I wouldn't tell
Ian
TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA