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12-18-2006, 12:13 PM
Since I have not been festive in many years I and I felt like doing something this year, you get to be tortured by my poetry and art. Both of which I got sick of doing halfway through... so the poem is kinda bad and the picture has no shading and looks awful.
So ... Merry Something!
The Santa Claus
by me
'Twas Christmas and the carolers
Did caterwaul and chirp in the street
All misty where the window panes
And I at home in the heat
'We love the Santa Claus, my son:
The presents he gives, the joy he brings.
But why do you hate the holiday fun
And all the carols we sing?'
I took my Mountain Dew in hand,
Late into the night my foe I sought.
I hated he, for how commercially
A holiday he had wrought.
And as in humbug-ish thought I stooped,
The Santa Claus, with belly of jelly,
Came crashing down upon my roof,
And ho-ho'd as he came.
ââ¬ËBack you! Back you!ââ¬â¢ I huffed and fumed,
The Christmas tree drove him back.
I lit a fire and in my ire,
I trapped him in the flue.
'Why hast thou slain the Santa Claus?
Get out of my house, you sorry half-wit!
O woeful day,' They all did say
And alone outside did I sit.
'Twas Christmas, and the carolers
Did caterwaul and chirp songs of old
All misty where the window panes
And I outside in the cold
So ... Merry Something!
The Santa Claus
by me
'Twas Christmas and the carolers
Did caterwaul and chirp in the street
All misty where the window panes
And I at home in the heat
'We love the Santa Claus, my son:
The presents he gives, the joy he brings.
But why do you hate the holiday fun
And all the carols we sing?'
I took my Mountain Dew in hand,
Late into the night my foe I sought.
I hated he, for how commercially
A holiday he had wrought.
And as in humbug-ish thought I stooped,
The Santa Claus, with belly of jelly,
Came crashing down upon my roof,
And ho-ho'd as he came.
ââ¬ËBack you! Back you!ââ¬â¢ I huffed and fumed,
The Christmas tree drove him back.
I lit a fire and in my ire,
I trapped him in the flue.
'Why hast thou slain the Santa Claus?
Get out of my house, you sorry half-wit!
O woeful day,' They all did say
And alone outside did I sit.
'Twas Christmas, and the carolers
Did caterwaul and chirp songs of old
All misty where the window panes
And I outside in the cold