Twas the day after Christmas
2004-12-27 @ 1:13 a.m.
all the creatures were stirring, and yet I felt alone.
My stocking lay on the ground, its' contents unloaded.
Gift certificates, cash, candy and a wallet.
Spoiled as usual, too many gifts to number,
But where was a man? It really made me wonder,
Am I too picky? Will I ever settle down?
Where's my true love? Will he ever be found?
It really doesn't matter, because I know in the end,
God will show me him, and I won't have to bend.
But until that day, while the mistletoe grows dust,
I'm focusing on my career; Hollywood or bust!
With the new year comes new hope,
My resolution is to not be such a dope,
Be grateful for what I have, give unto others,
Family, friends and ice cream, this is what matters.
Especially the ice cream...(please take note.)
My birthday is coming soon, I prefer a root beer float.
(Well actually I don't, but nothing rhymes with note.)
(Except for maybe boat, gloat or a castle's moat.)
Anyway, here's what I hope for 'two-thousand-and-five',
Take chances, have fun, be kind to others and you'll feel alive!
So to my beloved Chickie-Legs readers, please remember this:
January 19th, size medium shirt, and read my updated wish list!
-Author Unknown
p.s. boys suck.