The annual Christmas Poem

[-CB-]

 

[Cagey]

Hehe! Nice job!

 

[Mor Paul]

And the holidays have begun!

 

[Justinginn]

=CB= for president. It would not be Christmas without this poem.

 

[Alfang]

=CB= for president. It would not be Christmas without this poem.

So true, I love this and read it every year, TY =CB=

I just wish it was in a printer friendly format, I'd love to hang that in my Garage (studio/mancave/beer drinking room)

 

[-CB-]

I've had some requests - and lets not forget Mr Six-String who helped for a good portion of the idea content (his rhyming not the best, but the IDEAS were great... Marshall sky sled and all... just fantastic).  We worked together on it.  I'm sure he posts it someplace these days too.

The running gag over on the SG forum was that I HATED Les Paul guitars - which I sort of ... well... they're not my first pick lets say.  The SG's are great stage axes - light, toneful, very nice to play,  upper fret access... ya know?

Anyway, that was the whole LP in the fire thing, to appease the SG, non-lester folks at Xmas time.

Glad y'all enjoy it... I'll work on a txt version of it (although I really hate to... it'll get stolen)

 

[Alfang]

Yes it would get stolen, but it could get stolen anyway as is. but we hear ya, it's your annual baby.

If someone showed up a year from now and posted that before you, I believe we'd have to remove them from the forum.

Don't see you much lately =CB= so if you just posted this once a year it would be great, Happy holidays Bro

Dang it, I mean Merry Christmas to you and your Family

Love Alf

 

[DangerousR6]

A Redneck Christmas poem..

'Twas the night before christmas
and all through the house
everyone felt shitty
even the mouse

Mom was runnin' the whorehouse
and dad smoking grass
I had just settled down
for a nice piece of ass

When out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter
I sprung from my piece
to see what's the matter

Then out on the lawn
I saw a big dick
I knew in a moment
it must be Saint Nick

He came down the chimney
like a bat out of hell
I knew in a moment
the old fudger fell

He filled all our stockings
with Nascar tickets and beer
and a big rubber dick
for my brother the queer

He rose up the chimney
with a thounderous fart
the son of a bitch
blew the chimney apart

He swore and he cursed
as he rode out of sight,
"piss on you all,
and have a good night"

:icon_biggrin:

 

[-CB-]

Don't see you much lately =CB=

Work, alternate (non-guitar) projects... work... and behind the scenes a little here, lurking a bit.  I cant follow all the threads... too much, but I do get on here daily and read at least a little, help with the GOTM contest at times.