A naughty child dreads what he will find in his stocking (Writer's Cramp 40 Lines) |
Stocking Dread I woke up this morning and prayed That Santa didn't see me dump that lemonade On Sandy Fisher's head when she made fun of me, Or see me break my mom's glass egg Throwing it at my brother 'cause he kicked my leg I hope he didn't hear me when I called Jackie Miller a stupidhead Right after he tripped me... on purpose, Or see me when I punched Matt in the teeth And got suspended for a week, Maybe Santa didn't hear me talking back to my teacher I only did it a couple of times....a day Anyway, I made good grades ....In music and P.E. But that's cause I always practice running ....down the halls ... And thumping my foot to the beat...in the library. I'm really hoping it's too late For Santa to know about yesterday 'Cause I stole Dad's garden poles To make a bow and some arrows And then I had to borrow some laces... Off Dad's new leather shoes Cause his were thinner than mine And I just had to try out my bow.....right then But the pointy rocks I used for arrowhead Cracked a window in our den So, if Santa Claus heard about yesterday I'll have to wrap up that coal and give it to Dad To use as a paperweight, but...if he didn't hear I will live in dread for yet another year. So here I stand, stocking in sight, reaching ... closer ... As my hand brushed the furry stocking top I dreaded what I would find. But let's be honest If you were Santa, what would you put in mine, gifts and treats Or a lump of coal...after what I did this year, So I held my stocking with dreadful woe and prayed for clemency Cause that stocking of mine I cradled in my lap Sure was awful heavy...and lumpy...and kinda cold... And then my fingers reached in and grasped...... Now, you didn't really think I'd tell you if I got presents or coal Shhhh...It's a secret.... only for Santa and me to know. (40 Lines) |