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Builders night before christmas
« on: December 21, 2005, 05:22:29 PM »
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even the plumber that was supossed to be here hours ago.
The stockings were hung by the chimney in disrepair
in hopes that the stone mason soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their sleeping bags
while visions of four finished walls danced in their heads.
And Mama in her flannel, and I in my hardhat
had just settled our down  for a long night of sanding drywall.

When out on the half finished roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my working area to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I wish I had in
tore open the plastic that was keeping the rain out
 The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my tired bloodshot eyes should appear,
but a lite brown car that said city engineer

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he could be a Pr--k
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

Building permit
plumbing permit
electraical permit
and  septic to

To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
I dont think your going to pass, pass any or all

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the sounds of the rafters pulling loose
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down came part of the chimney to the ground

He was dressed all in John Deer, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A clipboard in hand he began to write flinging page after page to my frieght
And he looked madder and madder as he writes
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose kinda looked like Hally Berry

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I was good as dead

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all his pages, he really was  a jerk.

He sprang to his car, and gave a whistle,
And away he drove like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,

Your Shut down and have a good night

Merry Christmas

« Last Edit: December 21, 2005, 05:25:26 PM by Bouncer »


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