[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][SIZE=+1]a little poem for you all...
A Letter to Rudolph[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Dear Husband, It is time that I must have my say,
I've taken your shit day after day.
I've kept the home peaceful year after year
Now there is going to be changes, so listen my dear.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]So you're famous, everyone knows your name,
And you're a specialist by gum, in the transport game,
You think you're so grand with your important job.
But I'm telling you my dear you're a worn out old yob[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]363 days a year,
You sit on your arse drinking scotch, rum and beer,
You claim it is to keep up the shine on your nose
So Santa can see where he bloodywell goes.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]One night a year is all that you work,
You and your eight reisty mates - they're all jerks.
Dasher and Dancer - Speed freaks I say,
The wouldn't go that quick any other way.
Prancer and Vixen - Just cheap little tarts,
But they look like angels once Comet starts.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Cupids on some freaked out damned power trip,
And Donner...well, she should just get a damned grip
And Blitzen, I almost don't need to say,
Is here getting blitzed with you every day.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]All of these years at the front of the sled,
Has gone, I'm afraid, to your crusty old head.
You're a layabout and a drunkard, with a big shiny nose,
And a weakness for elves in black pantyhose.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]I'm telling you husband that one Christmas song,
Has made you think that you can do no wrong.
So this year while your out with old Santa's sled,
I am eloping, my dear, with your friend - Mr. Ed
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