Ham And Cheese On A Bun
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Twas the night before Christmas, and I couldn't sleep,
so I left my bed; without so much as a peep.
And headed to the kitchen for something to eat,
buck naked, except for the slippers on my feet.
I didn't dare turn on the light and wake my wife,
for the last time I did that, she threatened my life.
The house was dead quiet; I didn't hear a sound
as I went downstairs, mostly feeling my way around.
I got to the living room, stumbling a few times;
when I heard music that sounded like distant chimes.
So, I went to the window and pulled back the drapes,
believing the neighbors were playing Christmas tapes.
I forgot I was as naked as a jaybird
till I heard the loudest screams I had ever heard.
The church quire was midnight caroling on my lawn,
and in plain view, I stood bare-assed, not a stitch on.
I don't think they'll ever forget that Christmas Eve,
judging by the faces, I saw scrambling to leave.
Now, it wasn't my intent to flash anyone,
all I wanted was a ham and cheese on a bun.
(Rhyme)
11/27/2022
The Night Before 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
01/31/2023
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem from the second half of 2022
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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