Well, I’m getting two for the price of one
I’m linking this piece to both 100 Word Challenge at Julia’s Place and Open Link Monday at imaginary garden with real toads
If I Hear “Twas the Night Before Christmas” One More Time…
I’ve heard it so much that I’m
Ready to yell;
The words have no meaning,
They don’t cast the spell
That they did in years past
When they were first heard,
And now when I hear them
I suffer from GERD.
So I’ll keep my words short
So it won’t interfere
With the point of this poem
Which is: I don’t want to hear
(Like a Nightmare on Elm Street)
These words (a bad dream):
“Twas the Night Before Christmas”
By God, I’ll blaspheme…
Tis the morning after Christmas now so you can relax. Hope you had a happy one.
I did. Hope you did, too. Or Channukah… in Eretz Yisrael 😉
Randy (hashem sheli – Ruven)
This made me laugh – I can really feel that frustration!
Clever – really captures that grown-up exhaustion.
Love how you turn this one on its head!
Oh, don’t blaspheme, just chill ax, as the kids say. 🙂 I’m double posting, too, once my link gets up, with Friday Fictioneers and this. Hope that’s not illegal yet or being taxed.
me, too. Hope it’s not illegal or taxable.
My kids call it double dipping, as in the celery I just bit and then stick it back into the blue cheese again and they cry “dad! that’s nasty. No double dippin'”
Ooooo, Bill hates that, too, as do we all.
Joan Rivers sticking her finger down her throat…
More likely down someone else’s throat.