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xxxmas (Free verse) by kingit
Anger steeping Angels weeping Santa's clause this year is keeping flea-rid reindeer will not feign cheer elves & Mrs.Claus be slain, dear Hang your Holly bang your Molly joyful! blissful! fistful jolly! Eggnog, rum & rum & rum & rum & rum & redrum more red, in fact than the fat hippies suit... celebrate! spread the cheer! & spread her legs keep far from mind us drunken & depress-ed dregs lest, you become the larvae of our hatch-ed hatred Eggs

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.75
Weighted score: 5.4706473
Overall Rank: 2843
Posted: December 3, 2003 10:59 PM PST; Last modified: December 3, 2003 10:59 PM PST
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[8] richa @ 81.178.253.146 | 4-Dec-03/9:28 AM | Reply
cute word play, the last five lines of the first verse seem to lose the way though.
[n/a] kingit @ 67.69.63.24 | 4-Dec-03/1:43 PM | Reply
Yeah but, see how I pick IT up in the 2nd stanza, eh?
[7] Shardik @ 24.126.116.54 | 5-Dec-03/7:20 PM | Reply
Picks up towards the end, thankfully.
[8] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 | 5-Dec-03/7:31 PM | Reply
excerrent up to "Eggnog" - its the stacato rum that breaks it.

the last stanza... first two lines, fine. The rest - would go nice in a diff. piece methinks.
[7] dragonfly @ 65.234.234.85 | 5-Dec-03/11:17 PM | Reply
I agree with richa...it starts off great, but you get more crude and less fun at the end.
[n/a] kingit @ 67.69.62.220 | 6-Dec-03/8:35 AM | Reply
crude= fun for some. Thanks, you've all given me a valuable lesson here.
[9] The_Third_Isis @ 68.5.128.151 | 6-Dec-03/8:24 PM | Reply
are magotts larvae..are silk worms larvae? well dunno im sooo happpy now i can swimm to key largo and drag J.Mannings chewed up corpus delictai.. and not feel the weight of hes deer punctured ass.Cheers to you i will drink to that xmas mess an happy new year..got's to go and dance, my sexy smooth, stand up and take notice, peachy clean untouched ass till the brake of dawn and then some. & I will kick your's Manning from one side of the missi to honolulu! I"ll drink to that..
in company of my friends who are waiting on you santa's lil helpers...come on down.
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