The Night Before

[flyovrcntry 115]

Twas the night before Sunday

When all thru the house

Not a creature was stirring

Not even this louse

The horse was all ready

Full oil and with gas

With hopes that the snow

would be up to the sash

 

But is was not to be

as the temp was too high

It just rained and it rained

And put a tear in my eye

 

So now here I sit

Just forced to sip beer

And wonder if Red

Can push snow in first gear

 

Oh well it's not to be

As the temp is too high

So I'll just check the cooler

And make sure it's alright

[flyovrcntry 115]

Sorry about that. That sour mash is good for a lot of things,but it can't make a poet out of me.

I promise to keep the Evan Williams and the keyboard separated in the future

[AMC RULES 37,195]

house...louse,

gas...sash,

high...eye, 

beer...gear,

be...cooler, 

high...too.  

 

I'm just kidding...

you know, it's a great little Christmas poem. 

Edited December 22, 2013 by AMC RULES