Day Two

“On the Second day of Christmas, my loving family gave to me
----------- Two turtle doves, ------------------“

I may have just bitten off more than I can chew
But you know how I am, there is nothing I can do

Turtle doves, I have not a clue
So off in search to fine someone that knew

Exasperated, I finally asked your brother
He said it has to be one or the other

It cannot be both, was the vote from each
So I Googled them, but this is really a reach…………….

Kracker Carol--------------

“On the second day of Christmas, my confused and frustrated family gave to me
Two dozen turtles made of dove chocolate
And a pair of drunken Partridges in a Charlie brown tree”

(this time it was candy, and he has no clue yet that this is for 12 days, he thought the tree was it!! Funny!

The 12 days of Xmas begin.........

“On the first day of Christmas, my loving family gave to me
-----------A partridge in a pear tree------------------“

Wow, Christmas has snuck up again this year,
And I am really pressed to bring you holiday cheer!

I struggled hard and worried almost all night
Because I wanted to do this just right

I wanted to bring the carol to life, make it real
To show you just exactly how we really feel

But of course my brilliant plans are all a skew
And I have to resort to what I can actually do!

Okay, it is not a partridge and it is not a pear tree,
so the Kracker carol will be……………………

“On the first day of Christmas, my mentally disturbed over worked stressed out loved one gave to me ……………..

A pair of drunken Partridges in a Charlie brown tree

(I found mug shots of Danny Bonaduce and David Cassidy and printed them out, made ornaments and stuck them on a charlie brown tree, my poor brother in law does not know what he is in for! This is waiting on his table at home!)

I am at it Again

I am gearing up for some Xmas fun! I can;t get my tree out of the shed but at least I am in the spirit!

THE HISTORY OF RAP

This is the truth and I will say it to the end
There is only one person and I say it again
That started the rap, that began it all,
In all of our youth when they were really quite small

It was the Seuss, the Doctor you remember
Who’s volume of words ate up forests of timber
His endless rhyme and rhythm of the word
Set in motion a pattern they all have heard

So they grow up, these children of ours
To spit forth the words in crowds of bars
With countless forms of simple rhyme
That gives birth to rap artists in their own time

The familiar bounce, the turn of phrase
Bubble up from them deep in a blue smoke haze
They sing forth their trouble, their fears, and their fight
All with full echo of words in the poems we read at night

Now some will smirk and say I’m lying
My theory of how it started they are not buying
But think back, all the books that have his name
Were read by all those in the hall of rap fame

He penned his first going back to 1937
And now he looks down from heaven
But Dr. Seuss, the rhyming king you surely are
Showing us how words alone can make anyone a star!