Thursday, December 25, 2008

Miss you…

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Christmas Eve

Twas the night before Christmas and Tam was home and lonely.
She really missed her man.  Oh yes, the one and only.
His mom is sick with cancer, so off he went like Dancer.
Without Rudolph whose nose does glow, my man got stranded in the snow.
From Buffalo to Ohio he tried to go,  but Mother Nature kept saying “no.”
His fender, it got bendered and useless his car was rendered.
His car was taken on a flatbed and visions of tires danced in his head.
From miles away, there’s not much I can say…
except F*CK YOU, OHIO!  Have a happy holiday!

Hey, I never said I was a poet.