Revised Christmas Song
I’m dreading such a wet Christmas
Just like the weather of this week
Where the rain gutters dribble
And people quibble
Because they can’t drive properly in the street
I’m dreading such a wet Christmas
Every time I dry a pet
May your days be bright until sunset
And may none of your Christmases be wet
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Revised Christmas Songs
Oh, you better not shop
At home on the net
Buy at one pop
Money quickly is spent
Credit cards are easy to use
When January comes
And your budget is tanked
There will be bills to be paid
And friends to be thanked
Credit cards are easy to use
Did you really need those toy trains
For Uncles Bob and Phil
When your bathrooms all need new drains
And brand-new window sills?
Oh, you better not shop
At home on the net
Buy at one pop
Money quickly is spent
Credit cards are easy to use
At home on the net
Buy at one pop
Money quickly is spent
Credit cards are easy to use
When January comes
And your budget is tanked
There will be bills to be paid
And friends to be thanked
Credit cards are easy to use
Did you really need those toy trains
For Uncles Bob and Phil
When your bathrooms all need new drains
And brand-new window sills?
Oh, you better not shop
At home on the net
Buy at one pop
Money quickly is spent
Credit cards are easy to use
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Revised Christmas Songs
Today my friend and I started writing revised Christmas songs. Admittedly, I was not very witty with the first one. Perhaps I'll do better tomorrow. I do know I won't be re-writing Christian Christmas songs, because that just seems wrong.
Revised Christmas Song:
Trash the house with bits of plastic
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
'Tis the season to go spastic
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Fake pine needles strewn on the floor
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Do I need a wreath on the glass front door?
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Revised Christmas Song:
Trash the house with bits of plastic
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
'Tis the season to go spastic
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Fake pine needles strewn on the floor
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Do I need a wreath on the glass front door?
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving!
Take a fourteen-pound turkey
Five pounds of potatoes
A bowl of gravy
A pot of stuffing
Some squash
Green beans
And corn
Some orange-cranberry sauce
Rolls
Homemade pumpkin pies
And pumpkin cheesecakes
Mix in a grandma
A grandpap
Two aunts
One uncle
A mommy
And a daddy
And the cutest, sweetest
Most charming
One-year-old baby
In the world
And have
One fantastic Thanksgiving
Five pounds of potatoes
A bowl of gravy
A pot of stuffing
Some squash
Green beans
And corn
Some orange-cranberry sauce
Rolls
Homemade pumpkin pies
And pumpkin cheesecakes
Mix in a grandma
A grandpap
Two aunts
One uncle
A mommy
And a daddy
And the cutest, sweetest
Most charming
One-year-old baby
In the world
And have
One fantastic Thanksgiving
Monday, November 23, 2009
Nov. 23
Nov. 23
Today I went shopping at Target
I took my little baby Thomas
He picked out a book about Curious George
And four pairs of winter pajamas
And then he spied a tiny reindeer
Its fur was light brown and was fine
This reindeer he loved and kissed on the nose
And he named this darling Clementine
Today I went shopping at Target
I took my little baby Thomas
He picked out a book about Curious George
And four pairs of winter pajamas
And then he spied a tiny reindeer
Its fur was light brown and was fine
This reindeer he loved and kissed on the nose
And he named this darling Clementine
Monday, November 16, 2009
Dialogue poem
Still doing dialogue poems for the rest of this month, so not all will stand alone. However, since I started the conversation, the first one pretty much makes sense on its own.
Nov. 16
Ah, November, orange blossoms on trees
Herald a bounty, unless they freeze
They are lovely to look at and even to smell
Alas, they burn my nose and make my eyes swell
So today was far from a fun day
Even for a launch day Monday
…But my little boy just turned one
I think I have the cutest son!
Nov. 16
Ah, November, orange blossoms on trees
Herald a bounty, unless they freeze
They are lovely to look at and even to smell
Alas, they burn my nose and make my eyes swell
So today was far from a fun day
Even for a launch day Monday
…But my little boy just turned one
I think I have the cutest son!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Special poem for November 12
I haven't posted any poems this month because a friend and I have been doing a "dialogue poem", so I only own half of it and the half doesn't make much sense on it's own. But today is my son's first (anniversary of his) birthday, so I wrote an additional poem today for him.
For Thomas
I remember the day you were born
I was full of pain
And full of fear
And full of love
And full of joy
Now a year has passed
And I don’t remember
The pain
Or the fear
But I do remember
The love
And the joy
Because every day
The pain decreased
The fear faded
But the love still grows
And the joys multiply
For Thomas
I remember the day you were born
I was full of pain
And full of fear
And full of love
And full of joy
Now a year has passed
And I don’t remember
The pain
Or the fear
But I do remember
The love
And the joy
Because every day
The pain decreased
The fear faded
But the love still grows
And the joys multiply
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