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Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste.
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at 2008-10-02 |
Rating: 4.42
Votes: 73 |
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'Twas the night before Friday
and all through the town,
no cops were cruising,
no narks were around.
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by Flower Child
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.38
Votes: 24 |
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'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
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at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.23
Votes: 48 |
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Now I've tried all the normal approaches
All the pick-ups an' chat-ups an' stuff
Tried mi hand at so-phistication
Wi' some girls who were nowt if not rough
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by Steve Morris
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 10 |
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Christmas may be cancelled
The reindeer are on strike
Santa's stuck in Lapland
Forget your brand new bike
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by Patrick Winstanley
at 2008-05-13 |
Rating: 3.65
Votes: 17 |
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There's nothing like Christmas
And woods deep in snow
To make us remember
The dear long ago.
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by Grace E. Easley
at 2008-11-04 |
Rating: 3.60
Votes: 15 |
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Put your problems on probation
Run your troubles off the track,
Throw your worries out the window
Get the monkeys off your back.
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by Bob Lazzar-Atwood
at 2008-12-04 |
Rating: 3.60
Votes: 42 |
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Christmas was coming
The goose was getting fat
So I put it on the Atkins diet
And now it's had a heart attack.
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at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.57
Votes: 7 |
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Dear Husband, It is time that I must have my say,
I've taken your shit day after day.
I've kept the home peaceful year after year
Now there is going to be changes, so listen my dear.
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by Denise Hobbs
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.50
Votes: 14 |
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At this time of year it is patently clear
That the males are the ones who are blest.
Thoughts like "goodwill to men" we hear time and again
And we find them quite hard to digest.
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by Jacqueline Ramm
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.25
Votes: 8 |
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I sit atop your Christmas tree,
All clad in pink, a real fairy.
The reason I appear to smirk,
The sprig of spruce stuck up my skirt.
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by Patrick Winstanley
at 2008-05-13 |
Rating: 3.10
Votes: 10 |
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There was an old fellow named Claus
With a case of the mid-winter blahs.
Taught his reindeer to fly
So they took to the sky.
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at 2008-10-02 |
Rating: 2.57
Votes: 7 |
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