Tis the night
after Christmas
and all through
the house,
not a creature
is stirring,
not even
a…well okay,
two dwarf albino,
black-clawed,
amphibious African frogs,
one blue, one
red Goramy,
and, oh yeah, almost
forgot the Siamese
fighting
fish.
But, I digress...
The
stockings hung on the
wall are still
there.
All treasure’s
been pillaged,
they’re totally
bare.
I'm not wearing
PJ's,
nor am I a cap,
about
to settle in
for a long
winter night's
nap;
When down in my
belly
there arose
such a clatter,
great pain
in my gut,
oh no, what'
the matter?!
I ran to the
toilet and
and threw up
the seat!
Vomiting! Squirting!
God, what
did I eat?!
Marzipan,
chocolates,
Christmas
cookies galore,
Bud Lights,
brandy coffee,
bean burritos,
and more…
Tangerines, egg
nog,
cracked nut
after nut,
chili dip and
hot sauce
now burning my
butt.
Sitting here
suffering,
one thing's
quite clear:
no more of that
damn egg nog;
I'm sticking only
to beer!
~gj
duerrschmidt
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