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Irish Holliday (Limerick) by Dovina Christmas in Killarney
Listen to Santa's blarney
I asked for a hunk
He gave me a skunk
Would he'd fit in the laundry
Up the ladder:
Enochian Magic
Down the ladder:
trully, madly, deeply
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Posted: December 5, 2005 5:40 PM PST; Last modified: December 5, 2005 5:40 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5697 Comments:
Holiday. One L.
Bad.
Sad.
Wrong on all three counts as usual. Happy Holidays!
They are happy, but whatever.
Consider yourself luckey. Santa might have sent you the Snuggle bear. Or a Lobster.
Yes, my belssings are duely counted. I saw a flatbed with a little toy fire engine strapped neatly to the otherwise empty bed
and wondered if it was you going home for the holidays.
It doesn't flow as well as It could (or maybe i'm just not reading it right). Maybe I just need to be Irish...or drunk...or both..
Its the kind of thing that I might think was really deep and amusing after 8-9 pints of Guiness
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Christmas in Bedrock.
Wilma's suckin' Fred's cock.
Betty's lickin' her cunt,
Barney's fuckin' her butt,
and Dino's sprayin'em with his eggnog.
Merry Christmas Dov and Yabbadabbadoo. -10-
Merry Christmas, Al, but your poem is blasphemous!
Yeah that sure cleared it up for me.