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Posted by on December 6, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Twas a few days before Christmas…

The spirit of Austin, Princess, that is a fact.

The Crazymad Writer

Twas a few days days before Christmas,

When all through the house,

Not a creature was ready, not even a mouse,

There were no stockings by the chimney so bare,

And no thoughts that Santa would ever be there.

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The children were outside, not snug in their beds,

No visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

Mamma lost her ‘kerchief, and I also in my cap,

Our brains were not ready for a long winter’s nap.

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Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

So I sprang to the window to see what was the matter.

Gazing out through the window I saw in a flash,

The spirit of Austin, Princess, that is a fact.

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Posted by on December 4, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

A Shadowy Sight

It was following me!

The Crazymad Writer

I saw a lone figure, a shadowy sight,
While walking the woods one dark wintry night,
So I quickened my pace and hurried my step,
To escape its attention and forget we had met.

The mysterious figure following my route,
Shadowing my steps, copying my truth,
Never let up despite my great pains,
To escape its attention and break free of its reign.

Minutes passed, hours and then days,
Weeks followed by months and years deathly grey,
Until one dark wintry night while walking the same wood,
I confronted the thing that held onto my truth.

Having prevailed over fear, I could see what it was,
An angel, a guardian angel, sent down from above,
Then it opened its wings, showing me the light of my life,
And I welcomed it into my soul with delight.

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Posted by on December 3, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Cranky Old Man

What do you see?

The Crazymad Writer

Old man

Cranky Old Man

(By Phyllis McCormick; adapted by Dave Griffith)

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?

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Posted by on December 3, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Christmas or Xmas?

Christmas or Xmas?

The Crazymad Writer

Is it Christmas or Xmas, that’s what I say,
Beit Christmas or Xmas; it’s such a wonderful day,
With pressies and drinkies and all of that stuff,
Christmas or Xmas doesn’t bother me much.

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Posted by on December 3, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

At Christmas Everyone Loves a Sprout

At Christmas everyone loves a sprout

The Crazymad Writer

At Christmas Everyone Loves a Sprout

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Posted by on November 27, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

The Crazymad Writer

Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

She’d been drinkin’ too much egg nog
And we’d begged her not to go
But she’d left her medication
So she stumbled out the door into the snow

When they found her Christmas mornin’
At the scene of the attack
There were hoof prints on her forehead
And incriminatin’ Claus marks on her back

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walkin’ home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

Now were all so proud of Grandpa
He’s been takin’ this so well
See him in there watchin’ football
Drinkin’ beer and playin’ cards with cousin Belle

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Posted by on November 14, 2018 in Uncategorized

 
 
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