To this overly cautious young chap
Who inquired if she would mayhap
Squeal for help if he kissed her
She replied, "I would mister
But I must'nt disturb Daddy's nap."
Three kings of Orient are
With gifts we travel afar
Field and fountain
Moor and mountain
Following yonder star
Born on Bethlehem's plain
I've gold to crown him again
King forever
Ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Incense to offer have I
To honor a deity nigh
Prayer and praising
All men raising
Worship him God most high
Myrrh is bitter perfume
It breathes of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing
Bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
So glorious behold him rise
King, and God, and Sacrifice
Alleluia
Alleluia
Earth to heaven replies
O wondrous star of night
With royal beauty bright
Westward leading
Still proceeding
Show us the Perfect Light
There once was a wreath named Jo
She was proud of her big, red bow
Her circle of greenery
Made beautiful scenery
In the light of the fireplace glow.
A confused, young elf from Norway
Stood in the midst of the doorway
He didn't know
Which way to go
He wanted to know what would Thor say?
There once was an elf from Perth
Who was rather well-known for his girth
He ate Turkish Delight
All day and all night
Till he was as big as the earth!
There once was a snowman named Pete
He had a just fear of the heat
When he was afraid
He ran for the shade
And covered himself with a sheet.
There once was an elf from Helsinki
He picked at his nose with his pinkie
But when it got stuck
His friend muttered, "Yuck."
And went back to eating his Twinkie.
There once was a reindeer named Peter
He drank chocolate milk by the liter
Burgers & fries
And hot apple pies
He was the North Pole's best eater.
There was a young elf named Jangles
Whose hair was always in tangles
But she didn't care
'Cause she liked to wear
Ribbons, and bows, and bangles.
The stockings were hung with care
With hope St. Nick would be there
All those in the house
(Including the mouse)
Went to bed with a heart-felt prayer.
There was a young elf named McWeezer
His job was to clean Santa's freezer
It's sad, but it's true
His nose, it turned blue
He was, we know now, quite the sneezer.
There once was a snowman named Vince
But no one has talked to him since
Without any sound
He ate a whole pound
Of super-hot cinnamon mints!
There once was an elf named Lou
He made the best holiday stew
The one secret spice
That made it so nice
Was dust from Santa's left shoe!
I hope that your Christmas is merry,
And your jolly St. Nick is hairy,
But remember the reason,
for this joyous season,
Is Jesus, and Joseph, and Mary.
From A Pirate Named Molly, copyright 2013, Randy Imwalle
There was a young sleigh bell named Tingle
She loved to ring and to jingle
She shined herself bright
'Cause on Christmas Eve night
She'll be on the sled of Kris Kringle.
Consider the humble brown raisin
It's always demure, never brazen
But when the issue is stuffing
They'll be huffing and puffing
The fights that it starts are amazin'.
A wraith by the name of McKay
Liked to lead trick-or-treaters astray
The kids started to cry
When he floated by
But the wind came and blew him away.
At the end of October each year
When All Hallow's Eve is near
The blowing leaves crackle
And old witches cackle
And I'm almost speechless with fear!
There once was a monster named Ted
He filled most children with dread
But I'm in third grade
So I'm not afraid
Except when he's under my bed!
I know that witches aren't real
And magic black cats can't squeal
Make no mistake
Werewolves are fake
But that doesn't change how I feel! (SCARED).
Young Edward said he didn't care
'Bout the witches and bats in the air
But he wasn't so smug
When they made him a bug
In the web of a spider's dark lair.
When Jekyll turns into Hyde
For me, I'll stay inside
The change isn't pretty
Fear spreads through the city
The best thing to do is just hyde.
So what is this new book about?
A tale of the fully-grown Scout.
Her big-person's eyes
Get quite a suprise
And she's filled with anger and doubt.
A lawyer named Atticus Finch
Paused, but never did flinch
He agreed to defend
Tom R. to the end
And shamed, the mob, not to lynch.
Citizen, please lend me your ear
For the tale of old Paul Revere.
He rode on his horse,
To Concord, of course,
And warned that the British were near!
If the hull of your vessel is leakin'
And safety your crew is seekin'
Through the wind and the gale,
The storm and the hail,
Just search for the candy-striped beacon!
There was a young maid of the Isles
Whose face was pervaded with smiles
She sung, "Highdumdiddle,"
And played on the fiddle
That amiable maid of the Isles.
A man who was deeply in debt
Said, "No matter whatever I gebt,
My creditors claim
A share of the saim
Which makes me discouraged, you bebt."
The "Hello" Girl's voice is so sweet,
That you ask her to kindly repeat;
But perchance you may find,
She's less gracious or kind,
If you met face to face on the street.
There was an old gourmet called Lamb
Who indulged in a weakness for hamb;
When they brought him some bacon,
He said, "You're mistaken,
For this stuff, I don't care a damb!"
Is Spring going to get here or not?
It's not coming soon as it aught.
We all agree that
This cold needs to scat.
I want to be sweaty and hot!
I heard the angelic choirs
Sing when UD beat the Friars.
So let's hear you scream
For the one and TrueTeam
Let's root on our young Dayton Flyers!
The much-married man should not talk,
At strenuous duties ne'er balk,
When at two in the morn,
He takes his first born
(Whether triplets or twins) for a walk!
The card-playing maid is the "limit,"
Her mind's on the cards ev'ry minute;
If she loses the prize,
Oh, how deeply she sighs,
"'Tis so awful not to be in it!"
For Saint Patrick, Mike wears a cravat,
Also proves for his saint he stands pat;
For you see at a glance,
At the base of his pants,
Where he wears on each foot a green spat.
His outfit is quite up-to-date
And his guns of a pattern most late
He is a wonderful sport
Of the deadliest sort
But the rabbits and birds seem first-rate.
This youngster is sure he's a sport
The devilish, dangerous sort
If he grows any worse
He'll need a new a new nurse
For on brains and good sense he is short.
In a manner that's most emphatic
She declaims with gestures erratic
(While scarce a word)
(Is ever heard)
And thinks she's perfectly dramatic.
I knew Wooden Shoe made beer,
But look at this label right here.
It says soup from turtle
Clears the meatless hurdle
And your Lenten observance is clear.
My body does shiver and swoon
My voice will quiver and croon
My heart's desire
It sets me on fire
- A quiche made with liver and prune.
You can tell by the tint of his nose
And the bedraggled state of his clothes
He's just a poor bum
Addicted to rum
It's the greatest of all of his foes.
There once was a smile so contagious
That it spread in a way quite outrageous
Then started a laugh
Which reached more than half
The people it met of all ages
A scalp-wise young blade from Peconic
Kept his hair neat with Vaseline Hair Tonic
'Neath hot summer sun
He swam and had fun
And returned with his hair - to Peconic
The Bucks and the Ducks are in it
Which team do you think will win it?
Both teams can score
But who will get more?
They might need point 8 points a minute?
60 minutes x .8 ppm = 48 points
There is a nice team from Eugene
They often wear unis of green
I do not know why
They decided to try
All white, with a horrible sheen.
The Bucks played the Tide and won
And now the Southeastern is done
But it'll be war again
When the Bucks play Oregon
I think that these playoffs are fun.