X-mas poetry-add a verse...

Before santa left earth

For his trip though the sky

The cops stopped his Hudson

On a slam-dunk DUI



Old Santa got rowdy

Way more than you'd think

Now his Hudson's impounded

And he's in the klink.

T'was the night before Christmas,

And, out in Brownie's small shed.

He was working on his Martz Roadster,

As his knukles all bled.



The roadster parts were hanging,

All covered with dirt and oil.

The harder Brownie worked,

The more frustation he did boil.



On the ground lay an old muffler,

Rusty, dented and bent.

All the neighbors were laughing,

At the sounds and the scent.



Then up on the roof-top,

There arose such a chatter.

More neighbors peeked out,

To see what was the matter.



It was Brownie in his HUDSON flight shirt,

Soiled, tattered, bumpy and torn.

A burnt piston in one hand,

The other a rifle and horn.



He said: "I can't take any more,

This old Hudson must die.

To deal with this clunker,

Is like living a lie."



He then pointed his rifle,

At that innocent car.

As he aimed down the barrel,

He said: "Ill not miss by too far."



Six steel jackets latter,

The roadster lay in pieces.

His wife called the family,

Friends, aunts, uncles and nieces.



"Come see what Brownie did!"

His wife cried out loud.

"He has done slaughtered his Roadster!"

"And, he seems rather proud!"







Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone...