Do You Hear What I Hear?

Parody of famous Christmas carol, Do You Hear What I Hear?

Christmas feast inside us did we cram.
Tell me, is the bog free?
Coiled up inside, Christmas ham,
Hurry, make the loo free!
A shart, a shart! It’s turned into a shite:
This pig from my butt’s taken flight.
This pig from my butt’s taken flight.

santafilledthebog

Another massive feast did we enjoy.
Do you hear what I hear?
Yuletide puddings have my colon cloyed;
Now they sing from my rear.
The bog, the bog, when will it be free?
I’m prairie-doggin’ mightily.
I’m going to pass a frickin’ tree.

This is from my latest insult to the written language: Corrupt Carols

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The Super Is a Pooper

For a little change of pace, this is not a response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt. Instead, it’s a response to this news item: Mystery pooper at N.J. high school’s track turned out to be superintendent

This stuff really happens. I just make poems about it. 😉

There’s something laying on the track,
A shiny little tube of black.
I’ve seen one like it every morn;
Wherefrom are these wonders born?

Do relay racers drop baton?
Is this a daily doggie bomb?

Who thinks our track’s an outdoor pooper?
I can’t believe it. It’s our Super!