Ticket price is very easy today: just fill in the blank with the item of your choice.
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me _________________.
And then -- and then please write a haiku about the item.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Saturday, December 01, 2007
SJ's Saturday Jam
'Tis the season, kids -- time to deck rock the halls and get you into the spirit.
Ticket price is very easy today: just fill in the blank with the item of your choice.
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me _________________.
And then -- and then please write a haiku about the item.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Ticket price is very easy today: just fill in the blank with the item of your choice.
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me _________________.
And then -- and then please write a haiku about the item.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
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gave to me...
My own personal chef!!!
Bless you Chef Pierre!
No longer will I have to
Ever cook again!
--snow
gave to me...
a kiss.
Lips love happiness.
Strange truth heard when leaves fell.
The green Monster stomped.
Nice gift requests, Snow & Scary, and very nice haikus. Boy, if somebody gave me a personal chef, I'd sure kiss him.:)
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/t.
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/t., that's pretty, but what does it look like? It's not a jolly personal chef, is it?:)
gave to me...
A smile..
Smile for me Sherry
I love making you happy
And I always will...
Ooops, was this supposed to be for your true love?
...Leave it up!!
xoxbgxoxox
I'll take it, Galen, and raise you one smile. Love the smiley-face haiku. Thanks!
xoxo
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a solar-powered self-cleaning bathroom!
Efficient bathroom,
Fragrant, pristine, fabulous
Fun to pee in here!
a life of waiting to find her.
Waiting to find her,
My life's longing for true love.
Guess self love will do.
Wow, Greeny, wouldn't that be a fabulous gift to receive? Then maybe on the 2nd day, you'd get some wonderfully scented bath oil, and so on and so on. Love your "potty" haiku.:)
Charles, that's a hard wish to fulfill, but I'll put in a good word with Santa for you. Your melancholy haiku is excellent.:)
a night of sleep in his arms...
Promise I wont move
Disturbing you is not my wish
Bury me in the morn...
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