Last year I forced myself to be a good boy.
And all I got last year was a piece of crap for a toy.
You sit on your butt 364 days of the year, you should have a heart.
But all you do is work your little elves, you are a mean old fart.
Mommy didn't tell me to put my blankie away, this is what you do to me.
If you don't give me what I want I'll hi-jack your sleigh, you'll see.
I know you got my pictures,I know you did cause i left it there.
And this is how you show me you care.
I mailed you and e-mailed you my christmas list.
When I woke up and saw what I got I was really pissed.
You better not mess up this year, it's your last chance.
Or I will be forced to get my hypno thingy abd put you in a trance.
From,
Little Jimmy
p.s. you better write back to me.
A contest entry
- Twisted Christmas Songs/Poems by mystic-angel.
1350 points, ended December 17, 2008, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think and tell the truth please?
Comments
-
Jimmy is looking for another Xmas with crummy toys. You don't mess with Santa -- he's got lots of power.
Merry Christmas anyway. Hope you enjoy the coal. -
Great write! I love this, the first four lines just cracked me up! Thanks for your entry and good luck.
Adding your comment:
