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Dasher was reluctant, and in a bad mood anyway
So, he let Santa try to push him, out of his way
Santa gave an elongated sigh as he pushed him up snow.
But Dasher weighs five hundred and two and refused to go.
What will I do with you? Santa asked his reindeer, the lead.
He might have to appoint another animal as North Pole steed.
I guess I will invite Vixen to be my new favorite, Santa said.
This made Dasher angrier; his cheeks turned pinkish red.
Prancer and Dancer were laughing at the situation at hand.
Rudolph was giddy, dancing to a Mexican tequila band.
Dasher ran off, showing his backside with a sassy flip.
Making Santa yell out “bleepy gleepy creepy gyp blip!”
An ordinary rectangular wooden mirrored lid, paint-chipped and worn,
sits in my bathroom, the mirrored part having gotten spotted over time.
I often hold it up in front of me, faced away from the bathroom mirror
to check my hair and clothing from behind.
Sometimes I take it in my gym bag to check myself after workouts.
Other times it has served as a receptacle for small items such as pins or pencils.
The remnants of two gold latches, flattened now and a bit rusty,
prove that this common lid was once attached to something else;
it was a lovely jewelry box, for which the mirror served a definite purpose.
When the box was open, the mirror, upright, reflected a tiny ballerina
dancing on a center platform to the tinkle of a pretty tune.
No one would guess the sweet scene this old mirror once reflected
nor the many childhood treasures its lid covered, so why do I still hang on to it?
However ordinary it is today, this mirror inside a bulky lid gives me some small comfort. . . .
If I try, I can almost recall the times I opened the precious box beneath it
to see a ballerina twirl, accompanied by that sweet music from my youth.
It’s been a hard day but there’s no laws to say
That I can’t settle down with a gin
Late night R & R with an hour of TV
And then I will maybe turn in
The gin… that was easy, just spin that screw cap
Then tip up the bottle and pour
But what freaking demon has screwed G & T
It never was this hard before
This flaming recycling nonsense is mad
With screw caps that won’t separate
The cap and the bottle do not come apart
And boy does it make me irate
A one handed action to top up my glass
To sparkle and fizz as I sip
But that is no more because some lunatic
Decided he’d give me some gyp
Brute force is required to crack that first seal
But the cap simply won’t unattach
It sits in the flow and it will not let go
As it acts like a half open hatch
So now I need one hand to angle the bottle
Another to hold back the cap
It’s driving me nuts, I just want to relax
So much for this net zero crap
My bottle of tonic is sat in the cooler
But I settle down in my seat
The medics are worried about a big rise
In folk drinking alcohol neat.
Some years ago I discovered a sign
in a men's public toilet
the sound and feel of my own laughter
filled me with much delight
Please don t throw your cigarette butts in the urinal
it makes them damp and hard to light
It is hard to imagination that the man who wrote this sign
would have had such a deep nicotine affliction
To attempt to light a soggy butt
to satisfy his daily nicotine addiction
Would this sign be found in a women's public toilet
There's no urinal, Their sign would likely read
This toilet is only suitable for one kind of butt
and when you leave please make sure the dunny lid is shut
This world so filled with its madness
it seems to press a self-destruct button
such is mankind's depth of sin
so it's goodness sums up to nothing
God declares any righteousness of man
is to His eyes just filthy rags indeed
for the Lord God demands only perfection
leaving mankind lost only to plead
Pleading for freedom from their sin
looking for a saviour to be their salvation
to find peace in their troubled heart
only a perfect sacrifice for a redemption
From heaven comes a certain hope
Jesus the God-man brings peace
taking man's sin on himself totally
then God's peace shall never cease
This is perfect love simply supreme
God's peace lies deep in the heart
bursting through man's ultimate madness
so God gives man a brand new start