Poetry

Hello COT, do some of you remember Miss American Pie by Don MClean? This is my Christmas tribute to you all in festive vein.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a Snowbunni was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by Mrsmopples with care,
In hopes that St Loopymum soon would be there.

Terry and Art were nestled all snug in their beds,
While idioms and identity crises played hell with their heads.
And Jackyann with her parrot, and Ian in with his Zippo,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter's kippo.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Kirst sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, shouts, 'What is all this crap?',
'You've woken me up and your in for a slap!'.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave lustre to coat of sleek Alleycat below.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But the figure of Lindsey, calling, 'Doubles my dear!'..

With well travelled Richard, so erudite is he.,
We've no hesitation in giving him an 'E',
Then Soho and Christian appeared in a vision,
Saying, 'Write it again and we'll rate the revision.'

"Now Newboy! now, Anaroos! now, Beckie and Luke!
On, Tigswade! On, Tuftie!, on Lazza and Nazuk!
To the top of the most read! to the top of them all!
Now write Silverstreak! Write Silverback! Write away all!"

As the 'not very helpfuls' around the site flew,
Welshfruitbat just sat there with nothing to do.
Then up popped sere Jesi with a serious manner,
Giving out lessons in good English grammar.

And then, in a twinkling, young Aestro appears
With timely advice about mascara and tears.
As I opened my eyes to see what was beginning,
Wellibelli appeared to tell me she was minging.

Wise Mr Blue Sky told of boyz in the hood,
A happy-slapping culture who were up to no good.
Laura said sad things that just drew me right to her.
And showed me the value of a good sense of humour.

Joined Danielalong ready with scissors and glue.
And a big book of Christmassy kid's stuff to do.
Love Christmas and messing around with this stuff,
I'll never grow up and just can't get enough.

Then Etala came forth with a glass clear in sight,
Giving a plug for his beer glass website.
And Pauline from Scotland gave my Kos piece an 'Hmmm..',
She probably thinks I'm a young English bum.
Note: she's not far from the truth.

Suzie and Liz wrote a festive review,
And some good old nostalgia from Sam-42.
Lobster Quadrille nearly trod on our tail.
And advice about animals was given by Dayle.

A Kingfisher flashed by with her plumage so neat.
And some scorching stuff appeared from Redhotfeet.
Essexgirl showed us some true Essex style,
While Fritzthecat's writing stood out by a mile.

His movie reviews rock, his comments are skilful!
But Clownfoot's ratings were more than a skinfull!
His droll little mouth must be drawn up like a bow,
When he rates my reviews with a measure so low.

Mafarrimond charmed us with eloquent French,
While Muttley just sat on the reviewer's bench.
Satyam helped feed us with exotic spice.
While Lonelysoul LZ was just being nice.
Note: get well soon LZ

Luke had set out to be a Ciao millionaire,
But thank you dear Flumpet for taking me there,
Back to the land of Broon Ale and good cheer,
Oh how I miss a great pint of good beer.

There was Donovan and Juliet to name but a few,
Reddragon, Newsbunny were wonderful too.
Cam3lot, Spottydog I loved all your stuff.
Paganini a name that is quite long enough.

Ambidextra I've told you already before,
What I'd gladly give up my good right arm for.
Tis' to be ambidextrous and write with both limbs,
An ambition or just one of those silly old whims.

Bodsquidge delighted with windmills in France,
And dream Gallic places so full of romance.
Black Devil's a German who's travels are wide,
Owns a Virago that's a very cool ride.

A pair of wet wellies she held in her hand,
With butterfly patterns of wondrous brand.
Her name was Sgathatch and she sounded so good,
The product was great and it worked in the mud!

Newsybunny's 'big knickers' caused quite a few moans,
Then out came the photos, 'What, no Bridget Jones!'
They gave us a smile and some lingerie perchance,
But the last laugh's with her in those extra large pants.

Now Phoenixgreen's a Geordie and part of my past,
Her reviews of my homeland are always a blast!
A mention of Berwick and stottie cakes there,
Has brought back sweet memories and the hint of a tear.

And Cladach's sure lore of fig trees and all such,
Has given me wisdom and ever so much.
Then Torr with his knowledge of rhyming and prose,
Was puzzled about the blank verse that I chose!

Let's write our reviews, and don't give a damn,
And hope 2007 won't end up in a jam.
But I heard Ciao exclaim, 'ere they drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and enjoy this fine site"

Nice Donna, dear eiley, I was terribly rude,
To leave out two members so lovely and good.
And Hotbabes was almost excluded I fear,
Here now with Wendybull, a Happy New Year.

And before I depart to a duvet and bliss,
Snuggle down with my loved one and sweet goodnight kiss.
I'll pay my respects to my muse, a good bloke,
That's my favourite Ciao member Jack Daniels (and coke).

Sorry if I missed you out of this Christmas card. If I have, Merry Christmas anyway. Bri xxx