Twas the night before Secret Santa and all through BOB, everyone was smoking their Briar or Cob,
They dried out their ribbon, rubbed out their flake, and don’t forget the Aro’s for goodness sake,
As they light up their pipe and the room filled with cheer, only too soon the smoke starts to clear,
And before them stands their significant other, who asks, “what is all this stuff, And all of this clutter?”
You look up and say, “it’s is my Christmas present for my BOB sister or brother”, as you hide behind a sofa cushion to try and take cover
Do you know how much you spent on tobacco and pipes this year? You say honey it’s not for me it is to spread Christmas cheer
They say “I’m gonna give you cheer” in a voice deep and gruff, you quickly grab a box and gather your stuff and carefully pack it, in case shipping is rough
You tape up the box and address it with care, you run to the mailbox hoping the mailman is there.
You go back to the house and you hear them mutter, “ looks like you’re going with me after all, to spend Christmas with my Mother!”
A poetry by Big Casino
Merry Christmas, Bob Brothers and Sisters!
Disclamer: No Magical flying Monkeys were hurt or injured during the typing of this poetry