Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
He ate all my cookies,
Drank all my milk;
He had heavy boots,
And a coat made of silk.
Over his back he carried the toys;
Some of them, a lot of them, even made noise.
He smelled like fresh, tobacco smoke;
He gave my favorite tree an irritated poke.
A grumpy look came upon his face;
This guy is crazy, and I bet he carries a mace.
He reached into his bag, so I thought for gold,
But out he pulled, a big lump of coal.
With an angry look, he set it down with ease;
Then walked up to my chimney, and squeezed his nose.
I'll never forget the obese man in red;
I'll hate him forever, until the day I am dead.
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
But I have to be honest
I just don't know-how
My heart aches
For yet anot
A friend is like a star that twinkles and glows
Or maybe like the ocean that gently flows
Here I am, stumbling down the street
The rain's pouring down
I'm staring at my fe
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
A FRIEND
F is for the fun we had together
R is for the relaxing time we shared
