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Post by mfwilkie on Dec 9, 2007 9:38:54 GMT -5
Maggie wants a Studebaker,
moldy-gold and capable
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Dec 9, 2007 10:05:31 GMT -5
Maggie wants a Studabeker,
moldy-gold and capable
David wants an Irish girl,
clingy but escapable
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Dec 9, 2007 13:05:23 GMT -5
Maggie wants a Studebaker
moldy-gold and capable
David wants an Irish girl
clingy but escapable
Jon would like an old guitar once
played by Slowhand or by Jimi
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Post by GD Martin on Dec 9, 2007 14:47:39 GMT -5
Maggie wants a Studebaker
moldy-gold and capable
David wants an Irish girl
clingy but escapable
Jon would like an old guitar once
played by Slowhand or by Jimi
GD wants to sell a song;
could that fit down the chimney?
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Post by Angel Clementine on Dec 9, 2007 14:57:08 GMT -5
Maggie wants a Studebaker
moldy-gold and capable
David wants an Irish girl
clingy but escapable
Jon would like an old guitar once
played by Slowhand or by Jimi
GD wants to sell a song;
could that fit down the chimney?
Angel wants to be a star,
to light the night of day,
or just someone who shines a path
for souls who've lost their way
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Post by sandpiper on Dec 9, 2007 15:09:54 GMT -5
Maggie wants a Studebaker
moldy-gold and capable
David wants an Irish girl
clingy but escapable
Jon would like an old guitar once
played by Slowhand or by Jimi
GD wants to sell a song;
could that fit down the chimney?
Angel wants to be a star,
to light the night of day,
or just someone who shines a path
for souls who've lost their way
piper hopes
Jon gets his axe with licks, Mags' ax-
le has no tax, that David's lass
comes quick with non-stick slacks,
and GD's tracks impact
while Angel lights the sky
with a mix of wicks and wax...
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Post by wavemaker9 (Rick D.) on Dec 10, 2007 0:57:47 GMT -5
Rick wants help with his partridge family
from a classy sassy nanny
prudently plucked from au pair tree.
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Post by johnnysaturn on Dec 10, 2007 7:34:02 GMT -5
And now it's Johnny's turn to tell:
he's opting for an Irish girl
who's slinky
and a caper-belle
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Dec 10, 2007 8:13:12 GMT -5
David wishes to amend
his previously stated choice.
An Italian with a sexy voice,
a killer smile, and nice rear end.
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Post by syzygy73 on Dec 10, 2007 9:13:02 GMT -5
I'm already smiling,
Satisfied and smug-
I have a gorgeous Irish girl
whose kiss is warm and snug...
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Post by johnnysaturn on Dec 10, 2007 9:51:33 GMT -5
David is welcome to his Latin.
My not-so-green colleen
would knock her hat in.
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Dec 10, 2007 13:02:13 GMT -5
Johnnie, keep your Irish girl, my sweet Italian bella is better for this fella (and yours resembles Milton Berle).  Back to Christmas; give me lots of subjects for my poetry-- romantic sex, infectious plots, and winter mornings by the sea. |
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Post by aliciadon on Dec 10, 2007 14:49:34 GMT -5
Lynne wants to sit by a glowing fire
beside shelves and shelves of books
while her handsome man says,"here's your wine;
you just read, love, tonight I"ll cook."
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Dec 10, 2007 15:12:27 GMT -5
Jo Lynn wants to snuggle with
the man who strokes her heart
and find a way around cliches
when penning verbal art.
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Post by sandpiper on Dec 10, 2007 19:56:58 GMT -5
piper hopes cont...
Rick's pick attacks knickknacks, that Johnny's
chick is slick and packs a punch,
Rob's lassie has tictacs- I've got a hunch
our Lynne, by stacks, will munch up fishstick snacks,
and Jo Lynn's poetry will kick some a__.
:-)
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Post by purplejacket on Dec 10, 2007 20:19:09 GMT -5
Here comes PJ with a wish
for more things to be possible
she wants to split herself in two
and one half be invisible
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Post by sandpiper on Dec 10, 2007 22:56:16 GMT -5
and pj's tricks transfix
a split, a crack, and half the bunch
gets cataracts.
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Post by LynnDoiron on Dec 10, 2007 23:25:05 GMT -5
The other Lynn [without an E]
has written Santa, expectantly,
with hopes the techno-kitchen elves
have engineered and hung with bells
a mobile margarita maker
for "Poed's Table" shakers.
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Dec 11, 2007 8:58:13 GMT -5
No fear my dear, "Kitchen Fairy" here- preparing joy and Christmas cheer But in my dreams and Christmas wishin' forget desserts, the commercial kitchen I'd simply wish for a boobie lift, a tummy tuck would be my gift Ring "Hollywood" (Leo Briones) dial 911 on his cell phone- He'll ask the Doc to call his "Nellie" whose standing by to grab the tellie You'll see me zip to get my nip- In Santa's sled We're crossing Dover California bound- Extreme Makeover!  Nellie Bellie (I'm seriously changin' my name...) |
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Post by Angel Clementine on Dec 11, 2007 9:27:00 GMT -5
If David's Berle apes some fine girl,
I hope that Dave could see
just how to use his leashed Berle-pet,
and pimp its comedy.
My idealistic, earlier wish,
I guess now you can tell,
was one mood swing the other way;
today I feel like #!X (`wish I was feeling well).
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Dec 11, 2007 9:28:05 GMT -5
I'd dig-
Two tix to the Zep reunion
different slant to holy communion.
Plant and Jimmy rock the stage
while "Stairway's" message stumps a sage.
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Post by mfwilkie on Dec 11, 2007 21:34:12 GMT -5
This cyber-party poets’ list
has tied my beard in knots.
I’ve seen the tree at David’s house-
it’s designed to wake the dead!
Imagine vampire teeth as ornaments!
They’re gruesome lit with red!
Not sure he’s safe for any girl,
in or out of bed.
And who led piper to the punch,
and gave her that big straw?
I hope they call a cab for her,
she’s writing in the raw.
I need to clear my head, my dear,
with a snow-dive after lunch
before I turn my present-thoughts
to the rest of this crazy bunch!
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Post by Tina (Firefly) on Dec 11, 2007 21:59:19 GMT -5
Oh, Magpie started this Christmas post
(as the resident EP director and host)
with the hope that all would use decorum
to state their wishes in this new forum..
but, as for me, I'm not real decorous
so I find myself up to my neckorus
in dreams and wishes for travel and time
and a mountain house on a lake would be fine.
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Post by johnnysaturn on Dec 12, 2007 4:28:45 GMT -5
Johnny craves indulgence for a serious wish
(a kindly fate has already
served him up a tasty Irish dish)
so for all my fellow EP virtuosi
here's to a Christmas warm and cosy
and a New Year singularly rosy
filled with scintillating poesy
(see-when it comes to rhyming
I'm really not that dozy).
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Dec 12, 2007 6:34:45 GMT -5
Dear Mags, vampiric ornaments abound
upon my tree; they wake the brash undead
to visit me on this unhallowed ground.
They hate the green, but God, they love the red.
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Dec 12, 2007 7:40:05 GMT -5
David-
I won't be visiting you this year....
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Dec 12, 2007 14:16:25 GMT -5
Oh, come now, Sherry, grant a visit.
It's not too hard to promise, is it?
I guarantee no blood to stain the snow
(unless you step below the mistletoe).
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Dec 12, 2007 15:09:44 GMT -5
Dear sir, I'd grant your Christmas wish
were it not for a crimson kiss
my neck (a rather tasty dish)
will pass and have no part in this.
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Post by mfwilkie on Dec 12, 2007 16:07:44 GMT -5
Something cardiokinetic—
(to waylay Sherry's fear)
thinking several strands of garlic
is her perfect gift this year.
And Johnny's wish has saved him
from a lump of coal, my dear ;
we'll wish him Irish kisses,
and smiles from ear to ear.
But darn, there's David Bradsher
that Byronic chap to cheer;
mark him down for one desk blotter—
we'll re-asses his Byron-ness next year
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Post by mfwilkie on Dec 19, 2007 15:53:49 GMT -5
I
This cyber-party poets’ list
has tied my beard in knots.
I’ve seen the tree at David’s house-
it’s designed to wake the dead!
Imagine vampire teeth as ornaments!
They’re gruesome lit with red!
Not sure he’s safe for any girl,
in or out of bed.
And who led piper to the punch,
and gave her that big straw?
I hope they call a cab for her,
she’s writing in the raw.
I need to clear my head, my dear,
with a snow-dive after lunch
before I turn my present-thoughts
to the rest of this crazy bunch!
II
Dear, don't forget to pack the pink
and purple eye patch for pj, the one
that comes with two princess phones;
she can imagine she's cloned and still
be able to talk with her other self.
(She's an artist, after all, Mrs. C)
For Jon and Gary, put in concentrated
pounds of hope for their musical wishes
to come true. Pack stars for every
door in Angel's house because she is
(even when she's feeling that #!X way)
Remember to pack a thousand Post-It Notes
for Lynne to leave around the house
when she wants to affect a certain
mood in a certain you-know-who.
And be sure Jo Lynn gets enough snuggles
to last a life time; I'd like to promise
her twelve feet of snow won't
bury her back door this year,
but I can't (it would violate my contract)
I've checked with all the elves to find
Rick's au pair tree; I'm afraid we'll have
to source it out; it might get to him
as late as New Year's Eve. One
I.O.U for his stocking.
Let's not forget one fishing hole for Lynn (without the e)
stocked with a parcel of pickled fish to inspire her poetry—I've
put it in the valley below the mountain with the house for QLT.
Pack good maps to both. Maggie can drive the green table.
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