Poem Mashup Podcast - By Darlene, Kristine, & ViVi ♥

Santa Is A Line Dancer [:
I went to a club on Christmas Eve,
There was a party like you wouldn't believe;
The beer was flowin', the place was loud,
A man could get lost just workin' the crowd;

I was on my second round and what did I see?
An old man with a beard was smiling at me;
He wore a red coat and he drove a sleigh;
Man, could that stranger slip and sway!

Santa is a line dancer, burnin' up the floor,
He's ringin' those bells, and he's ready to roar;
Santa is a line dancer, and he's got the beat,
Better make way for those magic feet.

I thought I was crazy, couldn't believe my eyes,
It's the Miller talkin', then I realized
Santa himself was out on the town,
Kickin' up his heels before he made his rounds;

He was a hit with the women under the mistletoe,
They sat on his lap, now wouldn't you know;
He took down their number, wouldn't you bet;
This was a Christmas they'd never forget.

I watched him take off in his turbo sleigh,
It had bucket seats and a microwave;
His side-kick was an elf in a mini skirt,
She wore a pointed hat and a sequined shirt;

I heard him shout as he hit the sky,
"Merry Christmas, y'all,I've got to fly!
Next Christmas Eve, I'll be ready for more,
Babe, I'll meet you out on the floor!"

[By Anonymous]

Pinocchio, Pinocchio [:
Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
That little wooden bloke-io,
His nose, it grew an inch or two
With every lie he spoke-io.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
Thought life was just a joke-io,
‘Til the morning that he met that cat
And the fox in a long red cloak-io.

They cried, “Come on, Pinocchio,
We’ll entertain the folk-io,
On puppet strings you’ll dance and sing
From Timbuktu to Tokyo.”

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
Got sold to a trav’lin’ show-kio,
Got put in a cage by a man in a rage
With a stick to give him a poke-io.

So Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
Out of that cage he brokie-io
To the land where boys just play with toys
And cuss and fight and smoke-io.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
He finally awoke-io
With donkey ears and little-boy tears,
And his poor wooden heart was broke-io.

So back home ran Pinocchio,
As fast as he could go-kio,
But his daddy, he had gone to sea,
So off to sea went Pinocchio.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
He got quite a soak-io
When he lost his sail and got ate by a whale,
And it looked like he was gonna croak-io.

But Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
A fire he did stoke-io
Inside that whale, who sneezed up a gale
And blew him out in the smoke-io.

Pinocchio, Pinocchio,
Next mornin’ he awoke-io,
And he had no strings or puppety things,
And his donkey ears had disappeared,
And his nose– – surprise– – was the normal size,
And his body filt fine, not made of pine,
And he cried, “Oh joy, I’m real boy,
And everything’s okey-dokey-o.”

[By Shel Silverstein]

Are You Talking To Me? [:
"Are you talking to me?" she said passing by
"Yes, you ... you ... next to the bald-headed guy,
"I think you're real gorgeous ... that flaming red hair
Is exceedingly beautiful and really quite rare.

"I love the way that it curls round your face,
And the way that it seems your ears to embrace,
And the way that it darkens the green of your eyes,
And the way on your cheek that a loose tendril lies."

She took a deep breath as she paused in her stride,
Her lips slowly parted, her eyes opened wide,
She smiled as she whipped the wig from her head,
"If you like it so much, here, you wear it instead."

[By Anonymous]