Holly want a smacker? Berries red like lacquer? Outlines boldly blacker? Next a danced Nutcracker? - Holly days are sometimes gay And holidays sometimes sleigh. The Dickens is, one might say, That reindeers fly while the horse votes neigh. - Ho-ho-ho and a bottle of grog, Winter rain and frosty fog Hogfather those with a you'll tide log, While wondering about an epilogue.... - Merry Mary, quite contrary, How will that garden be When blooms the jolly holly glee Around yon Sketcherie? - Truly Julie, clever maid, Ponder on this accolade, When a rhyming fusillade Scribes a mouse-like escapade. - Merry, very aerie see As fairy, nary wary, be In quaternary voluntary Offer this small wordy spree.
Holy Moses, Frosty noses, One supposes Sniffle when Holy Cows, As one allows, Stand and drowse In field and fen. Holly smoke, At midnight's stroke, Rise above us sleepy folk, Ah, what happens then?
Holly want a smacker?
ReplyDeleteBerries red like lacquer?
Outlines boldly blacker?
Next a danced Nutcracker?
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Holly days are sometimes gay
And holidays sometimes sleigh.
The Dickens is, one might say,
That reindeers fly while the horse votes neigh.
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Ho-ho-ho and a bottle of grog,
Winter rain and frosty fog
Hogfather those with a you'll tide log,
While wondering about an epilogue....
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Merry Mary, quite contrary,
How will that garden be
When blooms the jolly holly glee
Around yon Sketcherie?
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Truly Julie, clever maid,
Ponder on this accolade,
When a rhyming fusillade
Scribes a mouse-like escapade.
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Merry, very aerie see
As fairy, nary wary, be
In quaternary voluntary
Offer this small wordy spree.
-- A nonny mouse
Holy Moses,
ReplyDeleteFrosty noses,
One supposes
Sniffle when
Holy Cows,
As one allows,
Stand and drowse
In field and fen.
Holly smoke,
At midnight's stroke,
Rise above us sleepy folk,
Ah, what happens then?