A Christmas poem
As this wonderful year draws to an end,
I send this note to family and friend;
So thankful are we for blessings galore,
Like Charlie’s fiancée.
A lady, not a whore...
And young master Jake is growing like a weed,
He makes us all proud.
Not a waste of my seed.
He tried his darndest in every class
And made 10th grade by the skin of his ass...
And our sweet mother Evelyn had a small operation,
Her ‘secret garden’ needed rejuvenation...
And what about the author of this Christmas poem,
He’s healthy and happy in his beautiful home.
And while some will argue that he’s just a leach
It bothers him not, he lives at the beach.
Happy holidays from the Happy Harper’s :33
Charlie's reaction;
You’re sad, pathetic, lonely and blue.
If I gave a rats-ass, I’d worry about you. :3
The best.freaking.show.ever.
The best.freaking.man.in the.world. <33
I send this note to family and friend;
So thankful are we for blessings galore,
Like Charlie’s fiancée.
A lady, not a whore...
And young master Jake is growing like a weed,
He makes us all proud.
Not a waste of my seed.
He tried his darndest in every class
And made 10th grade by the skin of his ass...
And our sweet mother Evelyn had a small operation,
Her ‘secret garden’ needed rejuvenation...
And what about the author of this Christmas poem,
He’s healthy and happy in his beautiful home.
And while some will argue that he’s just a leach
It bothers him not, he lives at the beach.
Happy holidays from the Happy Harper’s :33
Charlie's reaction;
You’re sad, pathetic, lonely and blue.
If I gave a rats-ass, I’d worry about you. :3
The best.freaking.show.ever.
The best.freaking.man.in the.world. <33
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