Angeline
Poet Chick
- Joined
- Mar 11, 2002
- Posts
- 27,345
Twas right before Christmas on the poetry board.
We were mulling around in our usual discord.
Of course we were stirring, as you all are aware,
arguing about poems, whining, blowing hot air,
but the poems were nestled all snug in the threads
as visions of book contracts danced in our heads.
And I in my reindeer nose and Lauren with that boob
were about to gift wrap Wicked Eve’s Christmas lube
when outside the board there arose such a clatter
that we clicked back at once to see what was the matter.
And thus off we scampered quickly dropping Eve’s lube.
Lauren slipped (for the record she does have another boob)
and we ran into karmadog who we saw bark and point--
well he did after he put down the beer and the joint.
But then what to our six amazed eyes did appear
but an old pickup truck that was loaded with gear.
The truck wasn’t special just a rusty two seater,
but behind its wheel sat our old pal Smithpeter!
And it screeched to a halt, then the poet jumped out
and raced into the board to see who was about:
“Hello JUDO, hi OT, now Homer, now Lick,
Hello Cordie, hi_Land, Beth I heard you were sick!
How’s my thread doing, did anyone forget it?
It’s called Writing Live: if you post, do not edit!"
Then back to his truck Smithpeter did run
to unpack what looked like a big sack of fun:
A bagful of muse from a drawerful of socks,
some photos, ideas, silly things like pet rocks.
But first he went off for a hike through a thread
returned with a thoughtful look, scratching his head
saying "I’ve got some things to share if you agree;
they fell in my truck from this sleigh above me
up in the sky with reindeer---and the thing is
it was driven by a guy almost as big as Mingus."
And with that he handed out gifts like a suitor.
The first one to Lauren--a working computer!
And saying that this was dropped by Prancer,
he handed karmadog a new belly dancer
and Ange some Prez tunes, JUDO a new board,
happy safe faces for the _Land/Beth’s horde,
Clear moonlit nights on the lake for Ms. Kat,
for all of us just what we most want
and that he said is all I believe
except for something for dear Wicked Eve,
but that oh good gracious om
Is not here but at www.sexlacious.com!
And taking her hand helped her into the truck,
then started it up with a creak, squeak, and buck.
And they waved as the truck disappeared from sight
calling Merry Christmas dear poets:
Write, Write, Write!
Merry Christmas everyone and heartfelt wishes to all mentioned in poem or not!
We were mulling around in our usual discord.
Of course we were stirring, as you all are aware,
arguing about poems, whining, blowing hot air,
but the poems were nestled all snug in the threads
as visions of book contracts danced in our heads.
And I in my reindeer nose and Lauren with that boob
were about to gift wrap Wicked Eve’s Christmas lube
when outside the board there arose such a clatter
that we clicked back at once to see what was the matter.
And thus off we scampered quickly dropping Eve’s lube.
Lauren slipped (for the record she does have another boob)
and we ran into karmadog who we saw bark and point--
well he did after he put down the beer and the joint.
But then what to our six amazed eyes did appear
but an old pickup truck that was loaded with gear.
The truck wasn’t special just a rusty two seater,
but behind its wheel sat our old pal Smithpeter!
And it screeched to a halt, then the poet jumped out
and raced into the board to see who was about:
“Hello JUDO, hi OT, now Homer, now Lick,
Hello Cordie, hi_Land, Beth I heard you were sick!
How’s my thread doing, did anyone forget it?
It’s called Writing Live: if you post, do not edit!"
Then back to his truck Smithpeter did run
to unpack what looked like a big sack of fun:
A bagful of muse from a drawerful of socks,
some photos, ideas, silly things like pet rocks.
But first he went off for a hike through a thread
returned with a thoughtful look, scratching his head
saying "I’ve got some things to share if you agree;
they fell in my truck from this sleigh above me
up in the sky with reindeer---and the thing is
it was driven by a guy almost as big as Mingus."
And with that he handed out gifts like a suitor.
The first one to Lauren--a working computer!
And saying that this was dropped by Prancer,
he handed karmadog a new belly dancer
and Ange some Prez tunes, JUDO a new board,
happy safe faces for the _Land/Beth’s horde,
Clear moonlit nights on the lake for Ms. Kat,
for all of us just what we most want
and that he said is all I believe
except for something for dear Wicked Eve,
but that oh good gracious om
Is not here but at www.sexlacious.com!
And taking her hand helped her into the truck,
then started it up with a creak, squeak, and buck.
And they waved as the truck disappeared from sight
calling Merry Christmas dear poets:
Write, Write, Write!
Merry Christmas everyone and heartfelt wishes to all mentioned in poem or not!
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