Poetry competition CLOSED 17th December 2015 1:38am
WINNER
SatansSperm
SatansSperm
RUNNERS-UP:
crimsin
and MadameLavender
A Christmas Tale
Heave Ho, Holiday A Go-Go!
Ah, todder-hood—
chubby cheeks, nose-picky fingers,
three-year-old strong personalities, who
get miffed at Santa for moving their
toys to make way for new ones….(they
notice, you know).
Heaven help the parents, enduring
the tirades of excess at rearranged
toys, but all gifts got opened
anyway. All gifts got “oooh’d” and
“aaah’d”, anway.
And all the gifts caught the tsunami of
projectile vomit, when the toddler turned
greener than the Christmas tree and burpity-belched….
They don’t tell you their tummies hurty, and
the belly-flu bugs are indeed written in the parents’
“User Guide To Children”, but who reads that until
after their noses are already slogging in elastic-y
drippity, boogity-boogers?
Oh yes—that’s why the hatefulness; gurgling,
glogging, gluggity stomach-ness, misdirected as anger at
St. Nick. We wash all the new Barbie clothes,
and put the toy horses and doll house furniture into
the dishwasher.
The carpet is shampooed, clean clothes put on, teeth
brushed, and we feel so much better.
(^^Yes, sadly that was a true story of my daughter's third Christmas......)
Ah, todder-hood—
chubby cheeks, nose-picky fingers,
three-year-old strong personalities, who
get miffed at Santa for moving their
toys to make way for new ones….(they
notice, you know).
Heaven help the parents, enduring
the tirades of excess at rearranged
toys, but all gifts got opened
anyway. All gifts got “oooh’d” and
“aaah’d”, anway.
And all the gifts caught the tsunami of
projectile vomit, when the toddler turned
greener than the Christmas tree and burpity-belched….
They don’t tell you their tummies hurty, and
the belly-flu bugs are indeed written in the parents’
“User Guide To Children”, but who reads that until
after their noses are already slogging in elastic-y
drippity, boogity-boogers?
Oh yes—that’s why the hatefulness; gurgling,
glogging, gluggity stomach-ness, misdirected as anger at
St. Nick. We wash all the new Barbie clothes,
and put the toy horses and doll house furniture into
the dishwasher.
The carpet is shampooed, clean clothes put on, teeth
brushed, and we feel so much better.
(^^Yes, sadly that was a true story of my daughter's third Christmas......)
Thank you so much for your entry in this competition everyone. Everyone is a winner here...but for the traditional numbering. SatanSperm...a beautiful tale of Christmas...Mlavender, oyes...thats so relatable in many level, and Crimsin...that is an awesome entry. Thank you everyone, please be with me in my next competition.:)http://cdn.marymaxim.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/500x500/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/3/4/3460lg.jpg
