The C-P Members Are At It Agin
Oh no,
Not again,
I'm sittin' here
Breakin' wind.
All I want to do
Is drink some punch,
And maybe, just maybe
Have a small munch.
I finally broke out
This homemade brew,
But I didn't ask for
BagLady's roadkill stew.
Hey, DarknessFollowsMe
Pass the botle of gin,
Right now damnit!
I won't say it agin.
Ann went and gave me
A big black eye,
All I wanted
Was a piece of Christmas pie.
Karen still sits
And beats on her drum,
Don't worry dear
Santa will come.
Barbara Demasson
Chills the eggnog,
Dennis O'Gorman comes by
And drinks it, the hog.
Sensual Sorceress
Stands 'neath the mistletoe,
Who is she expecting a kiss from?
I'm sure, I don't know.
Lady Dragonwyck steals
A kiss from David R. Wood,
His wig flies off his head
The damn thing wasn't any good.
Alexy Bun is passed out
On the couch,
CeeCee came by and kicked her
"What'd ya do that fer? OUCH!"
Gay Johnson came
With her Halloween costume on,
"Gay, Halloween's over with
It's been long gone."
And oh poor
Karen Redd,
My homemade brew
Kinda messed up her head.
Jillian Alexis
Took my baseball bat,
She ran away with it
To beat up Jack Frost's cat.
I sat in the chair
And let my gutt hang out,
My eye is so sore
I have a reason to pout.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Dec.7/2004
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