Oh no! It’s those pushy snow pigs the cow lamented loudly.
You mean the knitters who announce their wares proudly?
Oh, yes, the cat replied. They are selling mittens and caps.
Can’t we buy those things online on one of those Amazon apps?
Let’s not be so hasty the rooster said, coming in crowing.
Those warm fuzzy caps come in handy when it is snowing.
Geese flying over in the shape of an inverted vee
Yelled down “Happy sale day, Ms. Sow and McPhee.”
The horse ran to their side to see what they were selling.
There was an old farmer there and he was hopping and yelling.
That’s too much!! I only have twenty-eight dollars and two cents.
Geese landed and bought all the scarves, but they caught on a fence.
The geese are all strangled! A hen said. They are all dead.
McPhee and Ms Sow did not mind. Their haul had put them in the red.
The farmer was astounded, and had to go without a cap.
I guess he’ll have to buy one on that Amazon app.
Could not find the kitty again; called her, she was too smart to meow.
At the top of the Christmas tree; dog told me with his gruff bow wow.
She was above two of my favorite glass bulbs, posed precariously.
Purple bulb from Russia, and my Gold K bulb from Grandma McPhee.
I removed them before I coaxed cat, who did not want to climb down.
Dog barking furiously now, he is a mighty hunter, this three hand hound.
Give me a break I told him, chasing him away from the Christmas tree.
I urged Poindexter to dismount; she was a head or two taller than me.
Poindexter knew she was in a heck of a fix, but she could not move.
So I put on some music, and I began to sway, shimmy and groove.
That did not work so I put some wet cat food on a plate.
The dog ran out from the kitchen and carried it off; what a mate!
Cat nip someone whispered inside my brain, it was the cat fairy!
So I sprinkled some around the rug at the bottom, it blew up kind of airy.
Poindexter was down fast, tree shook and quaked. She was very meek.
Had talk we always have, as it was her third time up there this week.
It was a day that I will never forget.
She seemed like the epitome of beauty.
The way she laughed, smiled and the way she looked.
The way she walked was that of minuet.
On many day she resembled that of Aphrodite.
But than again she was already hooked.
A few months passed I had noticed she was sad.
I decided to ask how she was I mean, me little old me!
Her heart was broken she said I decided to invite her to dinner it was already booked.
We dated for a few years after that and may I say she changed her name to McPhee.
Towards the night before Christmas
and all through the book
Lots of pictures were posted
with many different looks
Selfies taken
Dirty socks were there
But they looked good
So who really cares
Children with dirty faces
Of candy they don't Share
Some throwing tantrums
There parents could not bare
Time lines that say, Santa's coming "Hooray!"
Naughty or Nice
Just one more day
So when your wondering why they don't behave
take a pic of yourself and post it on your page......
If your the opposite, your life must boring
Your kids are so good your probably snoring
You may have a maid or a Nanny McPhee
If you do, May I borrow her please
To have and to hold
To cook and to clean
Around the gifts under my Christmas tree
Likes and Shares of staged pics who cares
Take a pic of yourself without doing your hair
Christmas Morning, Lets see who Dares..........
A mole is one of those peculiar things
Amazing, in fact, the reaction it brings!
Depending of course, whoever might wear it
It can be either quite icky, or an asset to bear it
Now take witches riding broomsticks...or Nanny McPhee
We would say "UGH!"...."How disgusting"
"Get that ugly thing away from me!!"
But take Robert Redford, with two on his cheek
Or Robert DeNiro.....considered quite chic!
Elizabeth Taylor, had a black beauty mark
As a beautiful girl, ...it added some spark!
If a mole serves a purpose....it doesn't play fair
A mole is peculiar...............but why should we care???
Tie a yellow ribbon round
Old Mr. Mcphee,
Tie it at his neck,
And TIGHT you see!
Cause I still want you...
do you remember me?
20 years in prison,
For beating him up,
Not what I had in mind,
When he killed my pup...
So he might look different,
Hence the ribbon,
He'll pay for what he did to us,
I'll do him in,
With a big old grin.
Mr. Mcphee,
When you see me
You're seeing your last,
For the dark pall you've cast
That will everlast
In your time in Hell
That dog more worthy than you,
You need to be taken to task
And we'll wipe out that evil mask
Ever-grinning in its joy of death
And it's ever-living in new found breath
So, rmember-"What Goes Around,
Comes around.
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This here's a story 'bout Billy McPhee
I didn't believe it when it was related to me
Billy's been in trouble since he was small
Criminal or just plain stupid; he's had it all
But one day he came up against something huge
He just didn't have the art of subterfuge
Couldn't keep his secret, he had to tell
You see, into a conspiracy Billy just fell
Now he's blabbing it all over town
The people involved will take him down
What does he know?
Is he smart enough to flee?
Oh, what will happen to poor Billy McPhee?