The world as we know it will end!
This warning the Mayans did send
But yes there's still time
After reading this rhyme
To honor Black Friday and spend
Santa’s little helper felt poorly sick
Couldn’t deliver presents for Saint Nick
His red nose was gleaming
Blue eyes they were streaming
I hope that Santa will give him some Vick
24th December 2014
I went to Manhattan cause I was bored,
And it is there, I met a man, sweet Lord;
Oh gosh, he was enchanting,
And soon he had me panting;
And adored, my word, bored has a reward.
December 28, 2015
~ Not For Contest ~
The trousers he's wearing are Wrangler -
they're great for his job as an angler
(although on a trip
he busted his zip
and showed all those present his dangler).
written 6th December for Sara's Trademark contest
A hardy young fellow called Joe
Went out with no clothes in the snow
Certain bits turned to ice
And then snapped off – not nice
So he now spells his name J-o
30th December 2020
Winter Snow or Ice contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
UPSIDE DOWN SNOWMAN
With a world upside down you discover
New perspectives, I feel a Wild rover
Makes my senses run free
Ah! But now need a pee
So would you mind turning me over
23 December 2017
This year I asked Santa for a Harley
and a flagon of wine made of barley.
Then I asked God alone
for an angel of my own...
No, not one of His, one of Charlie’s!
Written by Gail DeBole on December 20, 2011
Updated on March 14, 2020
Miss Gena loves all purple things
No matter what her day might bring.
She loves purple clothes...
Has oodles of those -
And also wears quite fancy rings.
Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection
A Good Day
The day is going to be good.
This thought is well understood.
No need for worry
Nor running from things furry
That monster is made out of wood.
A New Ford
The lad had wished for a new Ford.
He found one he really adored.
But trouble arose,
With the one he chose,
He found that he could not afford.
The New Job
He started his job at six,
He was ready to enter the mix.
He lost it as seven,
Not his view of heaven,
So now it is back to the sticks.
High Flying Flag
The flag was perched aright
It was properly lit at night.
It drew many views,
Was daily in the news,
Till it vanished from everyone’s sight.
Such a pail
I have a sweet beautiful daughter
Who is always fetching me water
Each day without fail
she has such a pail
When my daughter brings me the water
Limerick Contest December 24, 2015
Sponsored by Jan Allison
The day looks gloomy and dark.
Not a good day for the park.
So inside I will stay,
No time to play,
Time for me to make my mark.
There once was a climate change doubter
He really was quite a shouter
Until late one night
The high tide just right
Found the beach house he loved under water
24 December 2015
The lady Maggie we remember
Carl met her in December
Small and round.but classy
Old granny her mind's in a blender
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Once there was a writer by name Jacob Distemper,
fellow is no doubt an excellent writer,extempore.
Children’s jungle story writing!
all time adult poem writing!
bloody, who caresWhat margin this December?
the neighbor's grass is always greener
and their house is always cleaner
but just remember
that come December
their family won't be any leaner
There once was a woman that was very fat!
Her diet resolves, I fear,
Broken each and every year.
Until she put something new under her hat –
It was her food; now, what do you think of that?
© December 22, 2010
There once was a cabbie named Fred
Whose nose glowed a very bright red.
When a call from a bar
Put an elf in his car,
And forced him to lead Santa 's sled.
Was asked if Christmas was good,
Particularly in my neighborhood.
Responded that it was fine,
A pocket full of bills is now mine,
Maybe soon I’ll be singing as I should.
It's December 21st and the days are getting longer
Won't be long before this damn winter is conquered
Had one too many
That's more than plenty
At my ripe old age each one's absolute torture
© Jack Ellison 2016
It's December 19th and still no white stuff
This ole earth has decided enough is enough
We're messing things up
Sitting here on our butts
Soon Canadians will be walking around in the buff
© Jack Ellison 2015
Caresses on his back made him quiver.
Enticingly, she said, “Love, come hither.”
Warm fingers rubbed his spine.
Her kisses felt so fine.
An Indian princess was his giver.
© December 10, 2010
Sara Halley hailed from Texas
And fell out over a nexus
But she fell through
Her tummy grew
Inferior solar plexus
Copyright© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
02 December 2014