~ Class Notes ~
Bills don't jingle
Coins aren't single
Hermits don't mingle
Diets don't Pringle
Fingers can't fingle
Though pingers oft pingle
Wingers wings' wingle
When Bilinguals lingual
No, dirt floors haven't shingles
Nor mountaintops dingles
But the snow still tingles
The beard of Chris Cringle
~ Transcribed into Readable
Form by A. Stew Dent
Horn Christmas Season Poem
Soldiers sailed home from across the sea;
They did protect and defend you and me,
So here at home we were safe and sound;
Our freedom and liberty flowing all around.
How brave and honorable they had been;
Integrity and independence did defend;
Were returning home as a loyal winner;
Enjoy with family a Thanksgiving dinner.
Delightful Christmas returned from behind;
Chris Cringle had come courteous and kind;
He was seen bending down on each knee
Placing many gifts under decorated tree.
Should have seen deer pulling slick sleigh,
From high up in the clear air and far away;
Came to our homes with many more gifts,
And our souls and spirits surely always lifts.
Always is season when we want to inspire,
Whole wide world with all of its entire;
From us happy feelings pour and pour,
While we worship God more and more.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Untimely lessons as i saw you there again
just like always id notice the cringle
in your forehead that dimple in your chin
that funny way your eyes light up every time
i enter the room i shall always remember
your infectious laugh causing a chain
of reactions of humility holding nothing back
well I'll miss you even more now
that i remembered Christmas..
Tina was,
A tiny elf,
Like a doll,
On a shelf,
Her tiny hands,
Worked so fast,
She always had,
A Christmas blast,
Toys built up,
And filled the sleigh,
Tina beamed,
On Christmas day,
Her pointed shoes,
And hat did jingle,
She loved to work,
For old Chris cringle.
i glue a head to a carpet and wait for the bar hit to come on the radio.they say
today,though,my intent was last night.its a fine night for a fight,democrat style,lots
of slappin,lots of wild punches.
punch drunk love from above came on,and i knew to romance it,for i havent got a
jingle,must be cris cringle and not ol' saint nick,for he's a catholic dick.
left,right old tower,dish the spoon upon the hour,can i plead for nery hour?my
machine does many things but ne er enough to dow her.its cringle up and flancy
pants,dont give dudes a second chance.we are wise to sew this,its preamble on
the whoa's list.cant team up with a devil,and dont want to.my apartment is got
to.do?do you like the filth and monger,my love,getting stronger,feel the filth of me
longer,pen in hand,i destroy your land and add to my o'dower.
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