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The Morn' Before Christmas (Part 1)

Contributed by chirinda on Tuesday, 25th December 2007 @ 04:59:55 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

T'was the morn’ before Christmas; just after dawn.
Watching Bush on my Plasma-screen; I felt I needed to yawn.
I peered out of my window; to admire my artificial English lawn.
Before I could do anything; I was interrupted by my stupid cursed phone!
I picked it hurriedly; as I really wanted to be left alone.

On the phone was my damsel Susanna; sounding musical with fright.
She said something about her dryer: about it not working right.
T'was her hair dryer; it had just exploded with great might.
"My jet-black hair is gone,” she said. "There is not a single lock left in sight"
"Oh!" I gasped "Why did this have to happen before tonight?"

I tried to console her; but the woman had certainly gone mad.
I said I would buy her the best wig; she said she wanted me dead.
I said “Maybe the bald head looks stylish; maybe it didn’t at all look bad”
But my talking didn’t help; it only made her angry and sad.
Surely this had to be some hallucination; was it a dream in my blessed head?

We were going out that evening; to the annual Charity ball
The ball was going to be close to the newly built Trump mall
I told her I would figure something out; later I was going to call.
I started thinking hard; until my head felt like it was starting roll.
If I glued a wig to her head; would it stay put and not fall?

Copyright Â© chirinda ... [ 2007-12-25 04:59:55]
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Re: The Morn' Before Christmas (Part 1) (User Rating: 1 )
by Honey56 on Tuesday, 25th December 2007 @ 07:10:55 AM AEST
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Kinda humorus write.I liked reading it..
Happy Holidays

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