The Christmas Tree Walked Out On Me
It Really Did You Know!
I was about to decorate my Christmas Tree,
But it ran away, you know.
It didn't like being tinseled,
And it didn't like the snow.
It told me it hated Whiskey,
So I threw a mini hissy
It took its greatest pity,
Then it started getting pissy!
It threw its boots at me,
Then it laughed with glee.
It even threw its baubles,
In its state of misery.
I told its boss, Santa Clause,
Who gave it great applause;
For Santa had never seen
A Christmas Tree throwing
such a Wobbly!
I told Santa that it had feet,
He told me I had too much
Whiskey!
I'll never forget that naughty tree,
Or the day that it walked out on me.
About the Creator
Carol Ann Townend
I'm a writer who doesn't believe in sticking with one niche.
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I'm a lady who loves writing, reading, music, singing, and life!
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