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Polar Express-shuns Of My Crummy Christmas Gifts.
Polar Express-shuns, Of My Crummy Christmas Gifts.
(some thoughts by a disgruntled young girl
who got less then what she wanted Christmas mourn.)
I got two front teeth for Christmas,
I looked goofy since thier loss,
but what I wanted was an I-Pod,
and some rasberry lip gloss,
Something happened to my gift list,
before Santa's misadventures,
instead of music
and great kisses,
I got stuck with stupid dentures.
On the bright side
I won't have to hear,
my friends make fun, and slap,
their knees while
telling me that I
should go work at the "Gap!!"
There was chapstick in my stocking,
such a rotten subsitute,
it makes kisses taste like candles,
red, hot lip gloss makes me cute.
I also got a shiny gold
and black mini cassete,
perhaps next year
I'll make a tape,
so Santa won't forget.
Some lime green P.J.'s also came,
I look just like Miss Grinch..
but someone stole "MY" Christmas gifts,
if I'm dreaming "where's my pinch??"
Next year perhaps a fire,
so when he drops in, "HO, HO, HO,"
he fly out, with burnt attire,
as he hollers, OH, OH, OH!!!???
Or I'll smile so pretty at him
as I'm sitting on his lap,
then I'll spit out my two fake teeth,
as I give his beard a snap.
You know, Hell hath no fury,
as a women whose been scorned,
next year St. Nick
doublecheck my list
or there's paybacks,
you've been warned.