Twas Poems - Poems about Twas

'Twas the night before Christmas quite a long time ago I was nestled snugly in bed with my brother Joe The stockings were hung neatly on our footboard rails While we dreamt visions of Barbie’s Dollhouse and Motor Maniac trails Mom and Dad to make it our special day Sat with our gifts, wrapping papers, toolbox and a...

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Twas the night before Christmas, all snug in my bed, With visions of sugarplums dancing in my head. But little did I know, a surprise was in store, As my cat, Mr. Whiskers, knocked over the door. He leaped on the table, where cookies were laid, A feast for a...

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Twas the night before Christmas and on my TV Netflix was trying to entertain me I’d paid my subscription but what did I see Movies I watched in Nineteen Eighty Three ...

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Twas the night before Christmas at Muscatine Mall. There to see Santa, Sis was in a thrall. At only age six, she still believed that our Christmas gifts came from a guy old and fat: A man in a red hat with beard long and white who gave many kids their gifts in one night by driving a sleigh way up...

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Twas the night before Christmas late dinner. Table set, waiting for Conner, a beginner. Wondering which turkey will be a winner. Wild round neighborhood, non any thinner. Turkeys saw the peaceful neighbor coming, Plain funny, stomping heavy, and humming. Toms all disappeared and hid while thumbing Energetic to all the hens to stop chumming. Neighbor looked all through the woods becoming Fully stressed...

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’Twas the night before Christmas Eve and it started to snow And a raw bone chilling north wind was starting to blow Mrs Claus and Santa were relaxing with a glass of mulled wine Santa said, "I hope it soon stops and that tomorrow will be fine." They finished their wine and got ready, to retire to their bed Santa...

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Twas the night before Christmas… …And I finally sat down, After last minute shopping, running all over town. Deciding to rest now, I opened my phone To visit the Soup and read a few poems. As soon as I pulled up the soup’s website, My home disappeared in a brilliant white light! Suddenly I was in a large...

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'Twas the night before Christmas at my house when I heard a noise I knew wasn't a mouse. My son was fast asleep, safe in his bed; through his window, I saw a flash of red. I thought raccoons were causing this uproar, I know what they're like; I've heard them before. Tipping over garbage cans, they're a pest; wanting to see...

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"Twas the night before Christmas" and I thought I was dead, my feet felt like two big clumps of lead. There was pounding in my head, all I could see was red. What a week this had been, maybe I need a big glass of gin. The house had to be really clean, everywhere I hung red and green. I started...

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This is a repost 'Twas the month before Christmas When inside the house The housewife was quiet There's no sound, not even some grouse When all of a sudden There arose such a clatter Even the Chihuahua came running With tail tucked and, in a chatter, Our grandson came running faster than Santa In his magical sleigh We all converged in the hall with this...

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Sorry this party must end in such a grizzly way. Next time maybe keep your hands off someones fiancé. No I cannot let you go, you caused her such dismay. Now a pleasant bit of vivisection, where's that tourniquet? I hope you're ready for some fun because it's time to play. You're going to be a work of art worthy...

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There are clouds on the horizon Winds are blowing in from the east The washing's still out on the line And the Sunday's best is all creased The cows are waiting on their feed For the prairie grass in long gone We can see they're growing restless And they'll need milking come the dawn The eldest now talks of college It's a doctor he...

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‘twas the night I met you. A heart-stopping glorious man, Possibly an Angel abandoning Heaven to master the art of earthly sensuality. With dazzling electric blue eyes locked with mine, Star-struck - I was breathlessly captured. Too paralyze to move or speak, I fell under your spell with pleasure. And for that poignant ephemeral moment my heart was delightfully taking its fill. Although...

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Twas night before Christmas Teddy warm soft timeless hold eased Nick's impatience gay hunger towards believing even festive ornaments reindeer elf Christmas ...

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