Panache just seems to bring out the best in me. He posts one of his literary marvels and I'm inspired to challenge him for the the title of "Poet Laureate". To that end I present for your amusement a piece that I penned a few years back, not kilt or XMarks related but I hope you enjoy it.
The Day After Christmas
Twas the day after Christmas, the house was a mess
I drank too much wine as my eyes can attest.
The stockings were empty, gift wrap all around,
I reached for the aspirin as my head did pound.
The new toy in the corner ignored with the socks,
The kids sit there happy playing with the box.
Uncle Joe passed out in the snow on the stoop,
His breath really bad, smells like reindeer poop.
At the crack of noon, my wife she arose,
She came down the hall through the ribbons and bows.
"Mumble, mumble, gimme coffee." was all that she said
I chuckled cause she too suffered from wine head.
I got her some coffee and some Tylenol too
And we sat back and surveyed the post-Christmas zoo.
We spent and we ate and drank too much I fear
But by gosh it was fun, let's do it next year!
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