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A Dinosaur for Christmas.

Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2004 1:01 pm
by GrimDad
:lol:
Found this nice Christmas poem on http://www.poetry4kids.com ;

A Dinosaur for Christmas

A dinosaur for Christmas
is the only thing I need.
It doesn't matter if it's slow
or one that's built for speed.

A massive one, a tiny one
or one that's in between.
A dinosaur that's muddy brown
or bright and shiny green.

I don't care if it's big and tall
or really old and ugly.
I don't care if it's rough and tough
or soft and cute and snuggly.

A spiny one will do the trick.
A scaly one is fine.
As long as it's a living, breathing dinosaur,
and mine.

I promise if you bring me one
I'll never ask for more,
That's all I want for Christmas:
just one single dinosaur.

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Copyright © 2004 Kenn Nesbitt

:lol:

Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2004 3:16 pm
by Clare
A good one Grimdad, and her is an amusing one I like ;

MY LITTLE BROTHER

Dear Santa, I hold you in highest regard,
That's why I am sending this holiday card.
First I will wish you much seasonal cheer,
We're looking forward to your visit here.

I'm sure that you know my young brother, Bill.
Who sometimes behaves like six year olds will.
I hope you'll forgive him for being so bad
His horrible acts make his sweet sister sad.

Six months have passed since he shaved our poor cat
And put Krazy Glue in Uncle Bob's hat.
Now I have forgiven with all of my soul
The dumb silly putty in my donut's hole.

That you are forgiving was made extra clear
When you honored his wish for a drum set last year.
Now I'm writing this card for everyone's sake
So you will not make another mistake.

You soon will be getting a letter from him,
So just put a line through each silly whim.
He doesn't think straight. He acts so in haste,
It'll take a few years to teach him good taste.

Now, Santa you know of the many real dangers
Involved in the use of those dumb Power Rangers.
With violence being our fear--Number One!
It wouldn't make sense to give him that gun.

So bring him a Barbie with nice fancy clothes,
And new dresses, size eight, with cute little bows.
If you do as I ask, I'll try, Santa Dear
To help him behave much better next year.

Copyright ©1996 by Bob Tucker

Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 10:15 am
by Clare
:twisted:
Well how about this ;

Politically Correct Santa Poem (Author Unknown)

'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves",
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the north pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs and you know that looked stupid!

So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.

Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific.
No candy or sweets... they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football... someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere... even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...

"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
:twisted:

Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2006 6:24 am
by ROBERTDAVIDSON
A dinosaur sounds the perfect gift for the friend who has got just about everything. I enjoyed this poem: it was light, bright and very amusing.

Robert Davidson.

http://www.robertdavidson.blogsource.com