MystyrMystyry
12-23-2011, 09:03 PM
My landlord's expressed an interest
He'd like to visit Christmas Day
This as you well might imagine
Causes me some dismay
There'll already be blowflies aplenty,
So what difference one more?
Only that he thinks he is Christmas
'No! No! Stay away!' I mentally implore
It should be a time of rejoicing
I don't need a stinker this day!
The mere thought makes my bile burn
'Oh please please stay away!
'Surely your family want you there?
'Must be someone else you can visit?
'Perhaps a holiday in a nursing home?
'But why me - what is it?'
I peer into those cold red eyes
Strange feeling, something urgent:
I feel internal dirty, need a shower
With industrial detergent!
Wash my hair with vinegar
Start eating cakes of soap
Scrub scrub til there's no skin left
Just like there'll be no hope!
All year long I've suffered this
I don't deserve it now
'Get back to Hell you bastard!
'Do it quick! I don't care how!
'If you don't I can do it for you,
'Sort of a present of sorts,
'To myself this is, and probably all
'To whom you've shared your noughts!'
Down there there'll be no snow to melt
Nor lives for you to disrupt
With your din of a cacophony -
Lord help me, I'm about to erupt!
Grant me once this favour
I urge you on Christmas Day
Whatever the Hell else you do
For Chrissake Stay Away!
He'd like to visit Christmas Day
This as you well might imagine
Causes me some dismay
There'll already be blowflies aplenty,
So what difference one more?
Only that he thinks he is Christmas
'No! No! Stay away!' I mentally implore
It should be a time of rejoicing
I don't need a stinker this day!
The mere thought makes my bile burn
'Oh please please stay away!
'Surely your family want you there?
'Must be someone else you can visit?
'Perhaps a holiday in a nursing home?
'But why me - what is it?'
I peer into those cold red eyes
Strange feeling, something urgent:
I feel internal dirty, need a shower
With industrial detergent!
Wash my hair with vinegar
Start eating cakes of soap
Scrub scrub til there's no skin left
Just like there'll be no hope!
All year long I've suffered this
I don't deserve it now
'Get back to Hell you bastard!
'Do it quick! I don't care how!
'If you don't I can do it for you,
'Sort of a present of sorts,
'To myself this is, and probably all
'To whom you've shared your noughts!'
Down there there'll be no snow to melt
Nor lives for you to disrupt
With your din of a cacophony -
Lord help me, I'm about to erupt!
Grant me once this favour
I urge you on Christmas Day
Whatever the Hell else you do
For Chrissake Stay Away!