Merry Christmas everyone
Pink elephants in the snow.
When I woke up in the morning,
Where did all those pink elephants go.
When I went to look believing it so,
All we saw was pink elephant footprints
Glowing in the snow. Seeing reindeer was fine,
After all it was known to all at Christmas time.
Pink elephants in the snow?
How far would the story go.
Nobody believed that was so,
The more they laughed at this crank.
The more I ignored them as I drank.
Going. Home I thought the amount I had,
I wondered where did pink elephants go.
When they went out walking in the snow,
I guess for sure I'll never know.
Know as my head was spinning from booze,
Elephants footprints were they wearing shoes.
It was so cold this I soberly swear,
The elephants footprints were still there.
Hearing a noise over the hedge,
Taking a peek could have
driven me over the edge.
There it was as clear as day,
7 pink elephants pulling a slay.
So I decided to stagger of home,
Wanted to sing it out like Ringo.
While walking in the snow,
All that came out was a ho ho ho.
With someone shouting out,
Go home to bed you drunken old dingo.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-12-11 at 00:42
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TO MUCH MISTLETOE AND WINE
We noticed not long ago,Pink elephants in the snow.
When I woke up in the morning,
Where did all those pink elephants go.
When I went to look believing it so,
All we saw was pink elephant footprints
Glowing in the snow. Seeing reindeer was fine,
After all it was known to all at Christmas time.
Pink elephants in the snow?
How far would the story go.
Nobody believed that was so,
The more they laughed at this crank.
The more I ignored them as I drank.
Going. Home I thought the amount I had,
I wondered where did pink elephants go.
When they went out walking in the snow,
I guess for sure I'll never know.
Know as my head was spinning from booze,
Elephants footprints were they wearing shoes.
It was so cold this I soberly swear,
The elephants footprints were still there.
Hearing a noise over the hedge,
Taking a peek could have
driven me over the edge.
There it was as clear as day,
7 pink elephants pulling a slay.
So I decided to stagger of home,
Wanted to sing it out like Ringo.
While walking in the snow,
All that came out was a ho ho ho.
With someone shouting out,
Go home to bed you drunken old dingo.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 106 times
Written on 2022-12-11 at 00:42
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