Polar Express-shuns 
Of My Crummy Christmas Gifts. 

(some thoughts by a disgruntled young girl 
who got less then what she wanted Christmas mourn.) 

I got two front teeth for Christmas, 
I'd looked goofy since their loss, 
but what I wanted was an I-Pod, 
and some rasberry lip gloss, 

Something happened to my gift list, 
during Santa's misadventures, 
instead of music and great kisses, 
I got stuck with stupid dentures. 

On the bright side I won't have to hear, 
my friends make fun,and slap, 
their knees while telling me that I 
should go work at the "Gap!!" 

There was chapstick in my stocking, 
such a rotten subsitute, 
it makes kisses taste like candles, 
red,,hot lip gloss makes me cute. 

I also got a shiny gold 
and black mini cassete, 
perhaps next year 
I'll make a tape, 
so Santa won't forget. 

Some lime green P.J.'s also came, 
I look just like Miss Grinch.. 
but someone stole "MY" Christmas gifts, 
if I'm dreaming "where's my pinch??" 

Next year perhaps a fire, 
when he drops in, "HO, HO, HO," 
he'll fly out, with burnt attire, 
as he hollers, OH, OH, OH!!!??? 

Or I'll smile so pretty at him 
as I'm sitting on his lap, 
then I'll spit out my two fake teeth, 
as I give his beard a snap. 

You know, Hell it hath no fury, 
as a women whose been scorned, 
next year St. Nick double check my list 
or there's paybacks, you've been warned. 

©-2006-Matthew F.Blowers III 
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio