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The In-laws |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
It was late, past nine o'clock, When at the door, a knock, knock, knock, Santa Claus rose from his chair, Went to the door, wondering who was there, Old St. Nick, call out, "Who is it, Who comes so late to pay a visit?" "It is Paul Hall from Tinbuktu, We have come to visit you, And your wife, my dear, dear sister, It's been so long, we sure have missed her, We're on vacation, can only stay, Three weeks or so, no more I'd say." Santa Claus groaned, "Woe is me!" My brother-in-law, with his family, His rail thin wife, first name of Maggie, How can a woman be so naggy? And eleven children, named A through K, Eleven hellions, all trouble they, "Well come on in," Mrs. Claus said, "We'll fix for all, a nice warm bed, And come tomorrow we'll reminisce, Of long agos and things I miss." Santa Claus fretted all through the night, For a solution to his unhappy plight, What to do with the alphabet imps, Who turned grown men into sniveling wimps. "Aha, I've got it," said Santa to himself, "I'll turn them all over to the care of Wee Elf." The next morning at dawn, Santa called out for Wee, Said today you will play, with A B and C With D E and F, with G H and I, And with J and K, on you I'll rely. Poor, poor Wee Elf, it wasn't much fun, Wee was a hoping, for alphabet hell to be done. The boys all tossed Wee, like Wee was a ball, The girls dressed Wee up, like a wee Barbie doll. Jabbed, bitten and poked, tossed up in the air, Wee he was praying, that Wee wouldn't be there. For three unending days, Wee suffered each letter, Things they weren't getting, at all any better. But then on day four, Pall Hall up and uttered, We're leaving immediately, crazy elves, Paul Hall muttered. Paul spoke of sticks, of a Taxmanian Devil, Of having bruises, down at ankle level, The Halls up and left, cutting short their Pole stay, Deading straight South, down to Tinbuktu way, Santa and the Misses, they were confused, Why the sudden departure, the couple they mused. Then Santa called Wee, and asked if Wee knew, Why the Halls and their offspring, had bid them adieu? Wee Elf looked at Santa, a Wee look contrite, Wee said to Santa, I was thinking last night, Of something you say, each Christmas by golly, That we should deck the Halls, with boughs of holly. Now pay attention, this ode's not yet through, If you all thought so, then shame, shame on you, There's more ode to tell, for you all to know, So back to the poem, I now will go. Mrs. Claus gasped, "Bad, bad, bad Wee, Ashamed of yourself, you ought to be." Hitting my family with boughs of holly, Trying to deck them, that is Wee folly. Santa Claus added, "Yes, I agree," Then winked a wink, and smiled down at Wee, "To your wee room, you will be sent," Santa Claus said, "as wee punishment, And in your room, you will work Wee, Testing out, the new Playstation Three. That ought to teach you, my wee, Wee friend." Merry Christmas to all, now this is the end. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Tim, There you go. The elf did good work. Nice use of "deck". Bobby |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
LMAO. This took a lot of thought and hard work to put together. """""Standing Ovation""""""" Well done. Much enjoyed. Tracey. |
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Boshii2 Member
since 2009-02-01
Posts 146 |
yes I agree 3 cheers kind regards Boshii2 |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Now that was great! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
ROFLMAO... Loved it!!! *S* |
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