Tapped this out over morning cawfee just for some fun. Those that can, have a chuckle.
An IceShanty Christmas Poem
by Rebelss
Twas the nite before Christmas, and on every thread,
shanty member were posting, the visions in their heads,
The wool stockings were hung by the fireplace with care,
In hopes they’d be filled with polypro underwear.
The kiddies were nestled all safe in their beds,
while visions of electronic gizmo’s danced through their heads,
The missus in her IceShanty nightie and me in my IceShanty cap,
Had just settled in for a quickie, er, I mean a long Winter’s nap.
When out in the garage there arose such a clatter,
I prayed “Not now!, don’t loosen my bladder!”
Was it burglar come to steal all my gear and my porty?
I’ll give him something I said , as I grabbed my ol’ .40
I threw open the door, in a move so bold,
and what before me did my bleary eyes behold?
A fat bearded man, all dressed in old fur,
and on a leash he had a mangy old cur.
His furs were all ragged and covered with burrs,
he wore an old hat all covered with lures,
a true man of the ice, ‘tis not a joke,
even I could even smell the distant wood smoke,
Over his shoulder he had a large duffel,
bulging with things all muted and muffled,
he hollered to the cur “Chopper, grab stuff!”
and out of the duffel he pulled a fur muff,
a rod and a reel, all shiny and new;
a Beaver Dam and a Vexilar too.
He said to me with a lopsided leer,
“for you and the missus, some new ice-fishing gear”
Then with a twinkle in his eye, and a blow of his nose,
he grabbed his duffel and rose up on his toes,
He ran through the door and tippy-toed into the night,
shouting “a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
