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Twas The Night Before Christmas...
- Thread starter Bob Denman
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Deanna777
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Bob who is waiting for the " dark spell to end.
While others here in the North East waiting for spring to arrive,
So they can put miles on there spyders.! Deanna
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SPYDERGUY1
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VERY, VERY, NICELY DONE, can only santa rolls up to my place as well.:bowdown:
Buckeye Bleau
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A regular Edgar Allen Denman prose! :yes::yes::bowdown:
Joe
Joe
Bob Denman
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Nevermore... :shocked:
PrairieSpyder
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Quoth the Denman, "Nevermore." :bowdown:
Bob Denman
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GloryRyders
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GREAT PIECE OF POETRY! :2thumbs:
T'was the eve of The Solstice
Okay, you guys got my creative juices flowing, for whatever they're worth! Here's my contribution:
Wendy (ruralgirl)
T'was the eve of The Solstice,
And deep in her den,
Lay a slumbering Spyder,
Since November ten.
As each night grew longer,
And more snowdrifts swirled,
Nightmares of darkness,
Inside her head twirled.
Would there be sunlight,
Ever again?
Would snow turn to green grass,
And, if so, when?
As her turmoil progressed,
Her shocks quivered in fear,
And the gas in her tank,
Sloshed so loud you could hear.
Then she woke as a moonbeam,
Glanced off of her frunk,
And startled the cat,
Who fell off with a thunk.
"Back to sleep," she thought sadly,
But, wait! Could it be?
There's a smidgeon of dawn,
At just quarter past three.
A minute tonight,
Two minutes tomorrow,
Days WERE getting longer,
No reason for sorrow!
"My mistress and I WILL ride again!"
She cooed to herself in her cozy warm den,
And she fell back to sleep with a smile on her grill,
Knowing now Spring would come .... It's just over the hill!
If anybody has a verse or two that they'd like to add to it: please feel free to do so!
Let's see where it all ends up! :thumbup:
If we end up with enough verses; it might even start to rival "100 bottles of beer on the wall", as the "go-to" song, for killing time .
Okay, you guys got my creative juices flowing, for whatever they're worth! Here's my contribution:
Wendy (ruralgirl)
T'was the eve of The Solstice,
And deep in her den,
Lay a slumbering Spyder,
Since November ten.
As each night grew longer,
And more snowdrifts swirled,
Nightmares of darkness,
Inside her head twirled.
Would there be sunlight,
Ever again?
Would snow turn to green grass,
And, if so, when?
As her turmoil progressed,
Her shocks quivered in fear,
And the gas in her tank,
Sloshed so loud you could hear.
Then she woke as a moonbeam,
Glanced off of her frunk,
And startled the cat,
Who fell off with a thunk.
"Back to sleep," she thought sadly,
But, wait! Could it be?
There's a smidgeon of dawn,
At just quarter past three.
A minute tonight,
Two minutes tomorrow,
Days WERE getting longer,
No reason for sorrow!
"My mistress and I WILL ride again!"
She cooed to herself in her cozy warm den,
And she fell back to sleep with a smile on her grill,
Knowing now Spring would come .... It's just over the hill!
Buckeye Bleau
New member
Amazing array of ingenuity and talent abound on this forum.
:clap:
Joe
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Joe
Bob Denman
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Wendy, :clap:
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