Another Christmas Golden Oldie from the neo archives
It’s the day after Christmas. My Christmas Day was fine, and I had the rare pleasure of spending it with my grandchildren. They’re too young to really understand much of anything about it except that there’s a tree with ornaments and lights, presents with wrapping paper to tear off, and special treats to eat.
The following is an effort of mine from the past. That’s one of the advantages of having been a blogger for umpteen million years – you have a backlog of these sorts of things.
On Christmas Day—blog?
I’d rather have grog,
Or maybe eggnog,
Then go walk the dog.
Or watch a Yule Log,
And eat like a hog,
Then go for a jog.
Blogging’s a bog.
My mind’s in a fog,
Or maybe agog
From much dialogue.
I’ll return to the slog
Tomorrow, and blog.
[NOTE: On the words “the dog,” the link goes to an article on the type of dog we had when my son was little.]
If your blog is a slog
Then do take that jog
Break out of the bog
Of mere monolog
Words like a smog
Not fit for a frog
Merry Xmas
Aha, an excuse to post a similar effort of my own. Very UnPC, I’m proud to say.
The Chinaman & His Old Flame
Thirty years if it’s a day, Faye
Was it really so long ‘go
It seems like only yesterday
Down in the Congo
Me in search of fortune and fame
You to learn to bongo
So, you’ve taken another’s name
I still by Wong, go
What we had was once so right
Where did we wrong, go?
Silly how we used to fight
At hammer and tong, go
Ah, you hum our favourite tune
Touching how that song go
You tempt me with your husky croon
Now where did your sarong go!
Do your vows mean so little
If you cannot be strong, go
My integrity is not so brittle
To whomever you belong, go
That’s not how this egg rolls
Take leave of Hong Kong, go
And don’t ask for whom the bell tolls
For your honour it ding dong, go