Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt Go Christmas Shopping
Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt, those two nonsense senior rhymers,
Drank. Yes, drank too much beer anticipating Christmas cheer.
We’ve got to stop; we need to shop; we’re out of time, old-timer.
The children called; they gave their list; we are Santa’s helpers...never fear!
They left to shop, but made a stop at Flander Shop, their favorite baker.
And there they ate so much rum cake each one became a belly achier.
Never mind, said Martzy Putt, ‘Tis the season to be jolly.”
So they wandered down the shopping strip for mistletoe and holly.
We have to buy great toys for kids: like bikes with streamers streaming.
Video games from the electronic store, jewelry, new clothes, DVDs, and more.
Yikes! They started screaming; then, began some Christmas scheming.
They laughed all day at the thought of it, telling the children that Santa was dead.
About that time, the morning beer was still spinning around in their heads.
“Cheers, my dear friend, Martzy Putt,” and they joked about their plan.
All the while selecting gifts, doling out money…across Christmas land.
© November 17, 2010
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen