Nineteen stiletto armed assassins
Lay in wait upon my roof,
While nineteen of Santa's reindeer,
Prance up there with stomping hoof....
A fearsome racket,
Nineteen decibles loud,
So busy is it up there,
It blew away each cloud
How do I get out?
I've had my nineteenth beer,
And I'll have no fear...
I know, I'll wait till nineteen o'clock...
Surely they'll be sleeping then,
And I can go out and restock...
But, darn, I bought too cheap an alarm clock,
This one only goes up to twelve,
And makes an annoying tick-tock...
Maybe I can on-line order
An alarm clock that goes up far enough....
Only problem is,
How do I pay for such stuff?
Then, that 'ol Bell brain kicked in,
And figured out what to do;
I took my magic marker,
And cardboard and some glue,
Remark the numbers
the way I want them,
That'll work just fine!
Well, maybe I had too much wine,
And not enough to eat,
For nineteen hours I tried,
But could not do this feat...
I couldn't spell, or remember numbers too well,
Oh, I guess I'm stuck here,
The curse of dumb Tom Bell.
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008
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