rtilryarms
12-06-2002, 03:21 AM
A poem I wrote for my wife a couple years ago.
Carol's Christmas
Two nights before Christmas
And I feel like a louse
I still haven’t shopped
For my beloved spouse
I know I should go
But the lines will be long
Whatever I pick though
Is sure to be wrong
Of course I've been told
“Get her just anything”
But I know that it better
Be a rock in a ring
All the good stuff is gone
And it is left up to us
To take what is left
But there is less fuss
Dogone it, says I
What a perilous plight
I gotta get something
So go I into the night
After fighting and brawling
And pushing and shove
I finally found something
Fitting her like a glove
Out of the chaos, debris
And taking my licks
I got not just one present
I got my honey six
Wrapping and wrapping
And tying the bows
Delicately placing them
In neat little rows
The relief that I feel
On my face brightly worn
As I anticipate her love
First thing Christmas morn
It’s the giving that counts
I hear year after year
Someday she’ll appreciate
That six pack of beer
Carol's Christmas
Two nights before Christmas
And I feel like a louse
I still haven’t shopped
For my beloved spouse
I know I should go
But the lines will be long
Whatever I pick though
Is sure to be wrong
Of course I've been told
“Get her just anything”
But I know that it better
Be a rock in a ring
All the good stuff is gone
And it is left up to us
To take what is left
But there is less fuss
Dogone it, says I
What a perilous plight
I gotta get something
So go I into the night
After fighting and brawling
And pushing and shove
I finally found something
Fitting her like a glove
Out of the chaos, debris
And taking my licks
I got not just one present
I got my honey six
Wrapping and wrapping
And tying the bows
Delicately placing them
In neat little rows
The relief that I feel
On my face brightly worn
As I anticipate her love
First thing Christmas morn
It’s the giving that counts
I hear year after year
Someday she’ll appreciate
That six pack of beer