Glen Pugh Poet Kyrielle

A Bad Boys Christmas

it was the night before Christmas. and all in my house. Everyone was sleeping 
even my pet mouse. The year before I was bad all year. I did not 
want much hardly nothing at all .just a big box of Legos and a brand new ball. but 
I did not get a present at all last year. I vowed never again would this happen to 
me .next year I will set traps I will get him you see. so I placed the bear trap in the 
chimney with care. in hopes that  ST NICK would soon  be there.so I rigged all the 
stockings to give him a shock.put his ex-lax cookies on a plate with glee. then 
laced his milk with castor oil you see. then it happened I heard a bone snap. He 
yelled out in pain .but a weird thing happened on the way to see .Santa's voice 
sounded familiar to me. for it was not Santa it was my dad . and before I 
could stop her before I could speak my mother was blown right off her feet. She 
lay on the floor my stocking in hand. her hair was all standing on end . grandma 
was sitting in my dads favorite chair mouth hanging open all she could do was 
stare. she ate all the cookies god bless her heart she drank all the milk then 
let a big fart. her eye started twitching she wiggled and gowned  then all at once .she ran for the throne .she all most made it god bless her heart .but 
all it took was one more fart. there was a brown trail from the chair down the 
hall. But  there is a lesson here for us all  .if you don t get a present 
do not do what I done because cleaning up crap on Christmas is never fun ….merry Christmas

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