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.
You mean the world to me.
Nothing will ever come between us.
No matter what anybo
I saw her during recess
And then again at lunch
I kinda liked to tease her
<If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
Take me back to those simpler times
When all I sang were nursery rhymes,
When ste
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I don't believe in taking excess risks,
But a person can be excessively careful, too.
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo
