Whats for sale,whats for sale,
Deals every where today.
Uncle Sam has looked around
took it all away hey.
Where's the jobs where's the job's,
money is get-tin low.
Santa please wont you bring me,
a package full of dough.
Dashing through the mall,
just my ski-vies and my shoes.
Outrunning the mob,
just to fill my muse.
Girls are every where,
and the law is so aware.
What fun it is to streak tonight,
and put my muse in flight, "Oh"
What the heck,
We are all a wreck .
maybe we all should just sit down.
Our lives are screwed,
without muse,
So what do we do now .
Car for sale dog for lease,
the wife well she's for rent
Watch out now I'm down on my knees ,
Santa help for my pockests now just holds lent .
Author notes
#2 poem writen to the SONG IS JINGLE BELLS
A contest entry
- Holiday Humor by Ktulu Blackwolfe.
550 points, ended December 8, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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you forgot bah humbug in your notes
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You do make a very excellent point. It would be interesting if people's attitudes changed because maybe we have been sold a bill of goods all along.
You don't need an apostrophe in "jobs". Fun write.
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Awesome!
I think I might be singing thhis on the way home! Nice job with the beat
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Well done with this re-write. Sad thing is so much of this is true, as far as it goes with money matters. The streaking parts added a bit of humor to it. Great job!
**Ktulu Blackwolfe** -
Good luck on this contest.It can be hard to make up new words for such a well known song but you made it look easy.You made it lighthearted and fun.Great job you gave me a chuchuckle first thing this morning.
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This made me giggle. Nice idea using the tune to a popular song =)
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Lol very nice it's good to have a laugh every now and then!
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