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Post by homerbb on Dec 26, 2010 12:17:58 GMT -5
T'was the day after Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse Some were hung over, their beds they stayed in while others were dreading the long home again
Their moans from the turkey and ham over-eaten mixed in with the farting and moans kept repeatin' "get out of the john, it's my turn," screamed Aunt Polly "I ain't gonna make it," chimed in little Johnny
Wrappers lay strewn all over the floor, the hungry cat meowing at the back door Moods not so cheery, glee gone like smoke, only grandma smiled sweetly, (but it's frozen on)
So maybe next year we won't spend so much Nor eat like a pig until over stuffed Be happy to see whom we missed the year long but for now we are happy that Christmas is gone.
copyright @ 2010 HomerBB
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