Randy Johnson Poet Rhyme

Permanently On Santa's Naughty List

Something happened and my son is pissed.
He found out that he's on Santa's naughty list.
But he's not only on that list this year, he's on it permanently.
When I tell you why he's been banned, it will be clear to see.
My son put hair remover in my shampoo.
And when I sat in my chair, I sat on super glue.
Thinking about what he'll do next, fills me with dread.
Yesterday, the brat put a live rattlesnake in his sister's bed.
He sold all of my clothes and bought an XBOX One.
Now I have to go out in public in my underwear because of my stupid son.
He spiked his mother's coffee and when she drove to work, she was drunk.
My son is on Santa's naughty list forever because he's nothing but a punk.

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 10, 2019 at 1:22 PM Hello Randy. y Oh now I see why your son is on the naughty list. forever. My heart goes out to you. Have a nice day my friend.

P.S. Awtry January 2, 2019 at 12:38 AM Oh, this was so funny! :)

Lindsay Laurie December 15, 2018 at 6:58 PM G'day Randy … at least he didn't put super glue on the toilet seat; at least he didn't put salt in the sugar; at least he didn't put laxatives with sleeping tablets in your dinner, so it could have been worse if the little punk had have put more thought into it - thanks Randy - Lindsay