What I want
For Christmas is
Just the barest
Of necessities
All my teeth
Not just two
So when I eat
I can chew
A skip and jump
Back in my step
So each morning
I have some pep
A pair of glasses
Which self defrost
A set of keys
Which don’t get lost
All my hair
Put back in place
So I don’t have
That barren space
A pair of shoes
With self tie laces
So I don’t have to
Reach those places
A set of arteries
That don’t plug
A nice cold beer
Which I can chug
To have someone
My brain equip
With that new fangled
Memory chip
So it can tell me
My intent
When I stood up
And why I went
A bunch of prunes
Which are pre dated
To work just when
I’m constipated
A gizmo that will
So to speak
Turn off my wee wee’s
Little leak
So I don’t have
I’ll just be blunt
Those little dribbles
In the front
A cork that fits
My bum hole, please
So hemorrhoids don’t pop out
Whenever I sneeze
A longer arm
That would pass
Behind my back
To wipe my ass
On this I’ll end
My little list
I don’t want Santa
To get pissed
BOEMS BY JA 103