Twas the night before Christmas and I was feeling quite chilly,
The cold front came in and it was a dilly.
I jumped into bed and dreamland was near,
When, what to my old ears did I imagine to hear?
A cawing, a rattle, it sounded quite near!
Crowmer screeching loudly, ‘Ma, you got any beer?’
We had some dark lager that was surely outdated
But I said help yourself,
‘Oh thank you!’ he stated.
He called all his friends, they came in on the wing.
I added some stale Cheetos and an old bologna ring.
As I settled back down, the murder went on
Chuga-lugging and mugging, having lots of fun!
As the last Corvid flew when the party had ended,
I heard Crowmer caw as he slowly ascended,
‘Merry Christmas, Ma and Sammy -
And all Merriman West!
The banquet was lovely, the brew was the best! ‘
-
Author:
Ma Williams (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2022 02:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
Offline)
Comments1
Thought for a moment I had lost a year somewhere. Actually, I thought this was for me cos I've not reached the attic with the tree. On it now, Ma and Sammy.
I was so far behind, I thought I was first!!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.