[FreeTheHostages]

Looks like I get nothin' from you this year
Much to your chagrin that's music to my ear
'Fraid I'd be stuck with something you would bake
Be it cookies, a pie or even worse, a fruitcake

Ode to the Thinnest of Men

When I wrote the rules I made sure to define
The phrase "stingy jerk" with you in mind.
Giving nothing to the hostesses would for you be
An improvement over what we usually see.

All season long you've given Billie nothing but grief
And now you appear like a cheat and a thief
And seriously try to deprive all of gifts!
Can their be any doubt where you are on Santa's lists?

Christmas is but a few days away.
I emplore you know now to change your ways.
Don't gamble with Santa, don't roll the dice.
It's never too late to switch from naughty to nice.

Just five more days, that's all the time
Left for you to repent and be kind.
Do what you have to, eat ice cream, eat cake
But find a way to be good, for goodness' sakes.

[FreeTheHostages]

(Wow, that poem had a lot of typos! Hee hee: consider it my Christmas gift to you, TTM. ;)

[Aquamarine]

You win!

[The Thin Man]

Thank you for that wonderful ode to me. I'm very touched by your kind words that I know came straight from your heart.

[dixie sass]

Uh oh, Mr. The Thin Man is in trouble!

[FreeTheHostages]

You simply MUST read my post 99 and tell me what you think of my poetry, dear Maggie.

[The Mayor]

Whew! laying it into the thinman....