I pick my nose & bite my nails,
I don’t eat my veggies,
I don’t drink what I’m told,
Figure I’m allowed as I’m getting old…
I forget often to brush my teeth,
I don’t get into Christmas,
My desire is not towards joy,
No matter what I have,
I will to no one bequeath…
I ignore my neighbors & sleep all day,
The hell with Christmas, so I’ve been very naughty,
Santa hasn’t visited me in about 10 years,
No chimney have I got & no roof space to land his sleigh,
Anyway for the most part he can’t come in,
As on that night of nights I usually get my best lay…
Poor Ma - "Jersey still picks his nose??!"
HO, HO, HO!
Santa Fee
I never would admit to the picking of the nose bit. So you've got one over on me there pal.
Well written Mac. You have a very gifted pen. Stop by sometime and see another part of wierd.......lol
kind regards steve
I know this fellow named Ed
I think he thinks Santa's dead
He's most disrespectful
And very neglectful
He leaves no milk and cookies by his bed
Love and peace and ho! ho! ho!
Regis