A Christmas Poem-Survivor Style.
T'was 4 days before Christmas and all through my house,
Amazed as Brian won, despite his big mouth.
All the losers asked questions with poise as they glared,
And Ted played the race card, but nobody cared.
The ornaments hung nicely from below Rob's word hole,
George Jetson was jealous of the space helmet he stole.
The Seal quoted Caeser, and it made me quite sick,
To hear poor old Julius voiced by a hick.
And speaking of hicks, that brings me to Clay,
We all think he's backwoods, but I betcha he's Gay.
They talked about trust and agreements that were binding,
Inflatable boobs and some shit about "grinding".
As I wrap up the rant I exclaim in the night,
It's a blessing Jan's ass is no longer in sight!
And as Brian pulled into his mirror clad place,
His gold digging wife punched him right in the face!
T'was 4 days before Christmas and all through my house,
Amazed as Brian won, despite his big mouth.
All the losers asked questions with poise as they glared,
And Ted played the race card, but nobody cared.
The ornaments hung nicely from below Rob's word hole,
George Jetson was jealous of the space helmet he stole.
The Seal quoted Caeser, and it made me quite sick,
To hear poor old Julius voiced by a hick.
And speaking of hicks, that brings me to Clay,
We all think he's backwoods, but I betcha he's Gay.
They talked about trust and agreements that were binding,
Inflatable boobs and some shit about "grinding".
As I wrap up the rant I exclaim in the night,
It's a blessing Jan's ass is no longer in sight!
And as Brian pulled into his mirror clad place,
His gold digging wife punched him right in the face!