One of my friends asked me
to write a poem called " Holiday Hell "
Well here it is Kim
{ Fiction }
One of my friends asked me
to write a poem called " Holiday Hell "
Well here it is Kim
{ Fiction }
Holiday Hell
This story I will tell
The story of the holiday from hell
The family gathering is upon us again
They come, for just one day
But here till the new year they will stay
Some I haven't seen since their visit last year
I now remember why and I head for the beer
This soon turns into the holiday from hell
That's why now I'm drinking rum as well
They soon found me hiding outside
My escape from holiday hell didn't work
So pass me the rum I will have it for dessert
They say the lord gave us rum, for what it's worth
To keep the Scottish from inheriting the earth
This great family gathering
Turned into the great holiday from hell
The day after from what I can recall
Was sure not that great as well
Never drink rum and skip your dessert
You may wake up in nothing but a skirt
I awaken knowing something was wrong
The rest I think you can figure out
From the words in the song
Kilt-wearing Scots with no underware? They'd love you at my Lord of the Rings fansite! (Hunky guys in kilts is a favorite subject there. They're all women except for me) And those house guests--well, most of mine just eat and leave, so I have no need of the rum. What you need is a nice tree house, Ray. When things get too rough, just climb up and take the ladder up with you. That'll fix 'em.
For some reason the music would not play here for me but of course your words were enogh to make me roll all on their own. LOL
We always hope that our holliday's especially Christmas will somehow be magically perfect. NOT!!! LOL Sill praying here that my
Mother will decide to make an appearance and my wayward son-in-law will just stay away!
Merry Christmas (LOL) No really Merry Christmas Sweetie
Lesa
Kilt-wearing Scots with no underware? They'd love you at my Lord of the Rings fansite! (Hunky guys in kilts is a favorite subject there. They're all women except for me) And those house guests--well, most of mine just eat and leave, so I have no need of the rum. What you need is a nice tree house, Ray. When things get too rough, just climb up and take the ladder up with you. That'll fix 'em.
I Am Canadian " A "
These days I have a lot of time on my hands.
Never being a person interested in even reading, it seems unbelievable
to find myself, here writing poetry.
My mind o.. more..