She fell into his arms, so sweet
He swept her off her glass-slippered feet
But you’ve heard all this before
They climbed into a golden carriage
Where he took her hand, proposing marriage
But you’ve heard all this before
Kissing madly, their quivering lips so wet
They rode off into the summer sunset
~ Scalding their tushies to ash
~ to the tune of 'Jingle Bells,' please ~
Tushies slide, what a ride
slipping on the ice
All we need’s a beaming bride
and a few bouquets of rice
Where’s the groom, in his room
with Cinderella’s mice
Stitching up a triple-plus size
for his buxom bride’s bo-som… ooom!
It’s Christmas Eve, and Santa’s drunk
so he can be the preacher
Administer last rites instead of I do’s
come morn, he’s ‘Rudolfo Screecher’
O, Pickle Balls and Paddle Bells
they’re the tunes we croon
When the bride screams, ‘What?’
Spooks begin to strut ~
by the light of a cardboard Moon
O, Pickle Balls and Paddle Bells
the only songs we sing
When the bride cries, ‘Wha hoppened?’
We tell her, Popcorn’s Poppin’ ~
for her wedding meal next June
bright! bright! bright!
and cold
if i touch my nose to the picturesque windowpane
i’ll surely see the light
this Finter uproariously has censored
my two day habit of nature walks
wrapped in layers, scarves and woolen socks
a shock to reigning leaves of gold
the South and North locked in uncivil war
with similar flocks of weather-cocks
our country vast with flames, rain, blizzards
and but a little sun
who will win today
headlocked in this political haze
snowmen with bolder-arms
could melt upon the congress floor
wet with united tears
divided under scrutiny
we weather it out in cushy chairs
our tushies need repair
11/13/2019
Finter - combo Fall and Winter
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