Short Christmas Carol Poems
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John Dillinger had a gold gat
And wanted one rat-a-tat-tat
But Santa knew
Rittenhouse, too,
And thought we had enough of that!
David Copperfield's Great Expectations
Oliver Twist's Hard Times
Tale of Two Cities, No Christmas Carol
Dickens' Novels -- Poetry Sans Rhymes
In "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens
there are four notable ghosts or apparitions;
and of that quartet of wondrous ghosts
the Ghost of Christmas Presents is the one I like the most!
Abramowicz, Goldstein, and Sol Newman
Went a-caroling with Harry Truman
They warbled ‘Silent Night’
In the wrong key, alright ~
Sol said, “Forget that darn gentile crewman”
Heard Trump Sing Christmas Carol
Had heard Trump singing Christmas Carol;
Remembers when he was over a big barrel;
Hair did fade;
Changes made;
No longer imperil when he became sterile.
Jim Horn
Oliver Twist
Great Expectations
A Christmas Carol
author Charles Dickens
worked in a boot-blacking factory at age twelve
after father was sent to debtor’s prison
campaigned vigorously for children’s rights
In Peril Sing Christmas Carol
Here is what to when you are in peril;
Sing to yourself a nice Christmas Carol;
You will be relieved,
Then Jesus received,
And now no longer will be over a barrel.
Jim Horn
Church Had Us Over Barrel
Church really had us over barrel,
Heard choir sing Christmas carol;
Terrible sound,
All around;
Ended up in danger and imperil.
Imperil means to bring into peril
or endanger.
Jim Horn
Forgot to Sing Christmas Carol
Forgot to sing a Christmas Carol
And now he has us over a barrel
Were always in great doubt
Would ever help us out
All of our lives are in peril.
Jim Horn
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Santa Apparel
Once found myself over a barrel
Did decide to sing Christmas Carol
Have heard if you love to be living
God said you should start giving
Learned how to wear Santa apparel.
Interesting. Limerick of course.
What type of poem do you call this? Jim Horn
Sound
Of bells
I'm hearing
Christmas' carol
Ring
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 December 2019
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 December 2019
Lor was conducting a Christmas carol
While standing on a high stool in our hall
Swaying hands with her baton
Faced front, bit sideways and soon
Stool swung for her slow exhibition-fall
Nov. 18, 2022 2.27pm
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Here comes Santy Claus,
Here comes Santy Claus,
Bringing you Santy Claus pain.
Vicious old bastard
with sharp-hoofed reindeer
pullin' on the reins.
Bells are ringing,
children screaming,
all is scary with blight.
Say your prayers
or hang by your hair
cuz Santy Claus comes tonight.
Christmas Carol Music
Christmas
Heralds
Reaching
Into
Silence
Trolling
Manger,
Angel,
Songs
Chiming
Ancient
Refrains
Offer
Lullabies
Merry
Unleashed
Strains
Inspiring
Cheer
12-9-22
Contest: Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
The word "troll" comes from Deck the Halls.
Over A Barrel Horn Limerick
Once had been over a barrel
Did decide to sing Christmas Carol
Heard that best way to be living
Is learn from God art of giving
How to start wearing Santa apparel.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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A Christmas carol so joyful and sweet,
heavenly voices such a festive treat.
The birth of a very special baby boy
named Emmanuel. The light of the
world, the word made flesh. True love
upon the earth.
A heavenly message our saviour is here,
who shall lead us back to our Father.
Forgiveness is here blot out our trespasses.
Form:
As we sing the Christmas Carol
wish for the simplest gifts
give the best smile
that it may satisfy the weary heart
Wish for the simplest gifts
Ask nothing in return
That it may satisfy the weary heart
As the song near to an end
Ask nothing in return
Give the best smile
As the song near to an end
As we sing the Christmas Carol
Trump and Terrible Barrel
Trump can hardly sing Christmas carol;
While his whole life has been in imperil,
And a lost cause,
With small, paws;
Someone even said his voice was sterile.
Jim Horn
We have heard another wise crack;
Trump then referred to token black,
And usual style;
Only one compile;
His house is shack with smokestack.
dream did find in field
to us always had appealed
with much love was sealed
we had been balking
reach point where there is talking
for friend stalking
life was imperil
when we sang christmas carol
screech sounded sterile
issue was skirting
when my back had been hurting
which i was blurting
his name was Cecil
who we heard was a weasel
art work on easel
Christmas Carol's
On the streets again
Turning tricks
While the clock ticks
Towards the saviour's day
No seat by the fire,
No pies and mulled wine
She pulls up her knickers
And steps back in line
A fat man arrives
To empty his sacks
But this sadistic 60-year-old
Is no Santa Claus
He's Old Nick instead
And Carol gets
One hell of a beating
As her festive gift
The chickadees need a little Christmas mirth
Stated an empathetic kind elf named McGirth
He decorated a tiny tree for them.
They accepted it and sang a Christmas carol hymn.
How do you know it was a carol? His brother said.
He speaks chickadee, smirked his cousin Fred.
He speaks kindness, stated his mother, Buttercup.
His heart is in the right place, he brings everyone up.
Church bells announce the Christmas season,
as shoppers dash down city streets.
Upon deaf ears and deeds undone,
church bells announce the Christmas season!
Their silver curves outshine all reason –
Store lights, full moon, sky’s starry feats!
Church bells announce the Christmas season
as shoppers dash down city streets.
(written 12/7/15 for Kelly's Christmas Carol Contest)
Everyone has gone home
Where ever home is
The city is bare
Only me
And the call girl left
We share our secrets
In silence
Comrades in despair
The cold winter chills us all
So we two find comfort
In a passing moment
She kisses her past
I kiss my desires
Our tongues kiss our dreams
A Christmas carol plays in the background
Snow begins to fall
Madeline must now go
On another call
"Oh, Hoely Sight!!!"
Oh, holey sight,
Tom's butt exposed,
and shining.....
It was the night
of the Midnight Beer walk
The P.J.'s were calling....
"Get thee a sewing kit...."
The bed was warm....
Tom's P.J. pants part slowly falling
It was the night of
our dear neighbor's mirth...
for the window was well open
And the sight of Tom's butt...
would'a made a mute start talkin'.....
Winter is indeed my flavor,
Which makes you my
Snow King.
And a pillar comprised of
Carbonite and an iron
Imposition—you still
Hold on to me.
Beyond your fortress is your
Sweet pillow—on which
I lay and coo in
Comfort as you
Warm me.
Greetings, lover,
Renewed like a
Christmas carol
Falling for a
Songbird.
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