‘Twas Christmas Eve, and all
Was decked in seasonal decor–
Except for Santa lying there
Face down upon the floor.
A note upon the table read:
To Santa and the Elves,
We hope you like the cookies
Me and Timmy made ourselves.
–Image by AI
How can a man keep his lawn mowed down
Before it reaches the sky?
And how can a man spread the clippings around
Before he hears neighbors cry?
Yes, and how can a man simply mow his lawn
And kiss all that raking goodbye?
The answer, my friend, is mowin’ in the wind
The answer is mowin’ in the wind
a long-legged colt from fort worth
complained at the time of his birth
that there wasn’t much room
for his legs in the womb–
and i’m sure that his mother concurred
–edited photo by me
–Photo by me
the young bearded dragon named mel
thinks his beard makes him macho as hell,
but it seems a bit weird
to think that of a beard
when your lady friend has one as well
–photo by me
well, i ate like a hog
and swelled up like a tick;
now i’m sick as a dog
and as fat as a pig,
but i’m wise as an owl,
so i’ll lie like a rug,
and sleep like a baby–
as snug as a bug
–photo by me
Today is a day
About giving thanks–
Up to the imaginary line
Running down the middle
Of the frozen river.
Beyond that line,
It’s aboot something else.
–Photo by me
“Tried my hand at Halloween Dinner.”
–Photo by me
–photos by me
A vixen from outside Fort Knox,
Found her marriage to be on the rocks,
But she would recover
And find a new lover,
For after all, she was a fox.
–Photo by Aaron
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