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.
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
True friends are hard to find
But I knew you were the one
You're always so kind
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Monday I was angry with the sun.
It was always in my eyes - no fun.
Tuesday I was
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
