We've got snow up to our ying yangs
Where is one's ying yang you might ask
It's just above our hoohaws and below our zinkledorfs
Also our winklepuss sometimes becomes rigid
And doesn't soften up again until late spring
What are you thinking, you naughty people
How far down is that mind of yours going?
You should all be totally ashamed of yourselves
What kind of depraved soul do you think I am
I'm really just this sweet old grandpa dude!
And if you can believe that... !!!
Categories:
yangs, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
It's December 8th in Ontario, still no snow
Maybe the gods will spare us, ya never know
A blessing that would be
Since sitting on Santa's knee
Up to my ying yang was nothing nouveau
Categories:
yangs, snow,
Form: Limerick
End of November and STILL no sxxx
As we sing hallelujah, it's Canada you know
Don't rock the boat
But keep handy your coat
Soon we'll be up to our ying yangs... quite apropos!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
yangs, thank you,
Form: Limerick
We've got snow up to our ying yangs
Where is one's ying yang you might ask
It's just above our hoohaws and a bit below our zinkledorfs
Also our winklepuss sometimes becomes rigid
And doesn't soften up again until late spring
What are you thinking, you naughty people
How far down is that mind of yours going?
You should all be totally ashamed of yourselves
What kind of depraved soul do you think I am
I'm really just this sweet old grandpa dude!
And if you can believe that... !!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
yangs, humorous,
Form: Narrative