Subject: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: InOBU Date: 23 Dec 07 - 09:04 PM Twas the night before Mudcat Christmas, and all through the fall the catters had been grumbling, and drinking and all Old lorcan had written narry a song Though others had been musicing and geting along... Carry on folks... another year, another night before Xmas post Happy Christmas all, Kwanza and Chanuka, Ramadan Dwalli etc... =) lor |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: Charley Noble Date: 23 Dec 07 - 10:00 PM Twas the night before Mudcat Christmas, Of was it the night after? At the rate I've been drinkin' time passes much faster! With a cat on my lap, just purring along, There's no rhyme or reason to continue this song... Cheerily, Charley Noble |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: Brendy Date: 23 Dec 07 - 10:25 PM It being the eve of Mudmas, (which we know comes once a year) and it being on a Monday..., though it's hard to tell from here. My options being plentiful, though for plenty would not opt Instead I'll watch the World go round... and find a suitable rhyme for the end of this verse.... before I'm stopped Happy Christmas one and all... ;-) B. |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 23 Dec 07 - 10:54 PM Twas the night before Mudcat Christmas, and all through the hall the catters had been drinking and puking and all Still here guys... :-) |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: katlaughing Date: 24 Dec 07 - 12:57 AM ...When what to my wondering eyes I saw flew (no pedants, please!) A sleigh full of Martins pulled by a tiny,cold gnu On, Blind Drunk! On, Spaw! On Fools, Charley & Brendy! That gnu was a tough one, with the whip he was handy! Now dash away, pull away, do it all NOW, He yelled at them cracking, while waving quite madly, "Get a move on! It's time for cock's crow! {Arrgh!} |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: SINSULL Date: 24 Dec 07 - 08:30 AM Mudkittens nestled all snug in their afghans Dreamt pretty dreams of banjos and bodrhans. While Spaw and his chicken And the Hawk and his monkey Complained as the banjo went plunky plinck plunky When out on the lawn there arose such a din As Cletus and Paw and the Reg Boys came in. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow Was Paw's And poor Karen screamed out "Oh NO!" His eyes how they twinkled Butt dimples so merry And the naughty bits dangling were as red as spring cherries. He said not a word But went straight to his work And lit all the candles with a grunt and a spurt. And laying a finger aside of his nose He blew out a booger that dribbled and froze... |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: Rapparee Date: 24 Dec 07 - 10:48 AM And Maw in her kerchief and I in my cap Had just fried our brains and were ready to nap When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I fell outa bed, hit my nose and blood spattered Away to the window I tripped like The Flash Threw up on the pane, the sill and the sash. The red and blue lights on the newfallen snow Counterpointed and highlighted muzzleflashes below. And what to my wondering eyes should appear But a something from "Cops" and eight tiny reindeer. |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: Uncle Phil Date: 24 Dec 07 - 11:55 AM The Texans were nestled all snug in their beds, While the sound of their music played in their heads, John Lomax in Austin, Woody Guthrie in Pampas, Lead Belly in Sugarland, and Texas folk dances. When down in deep Ellum, there arose such a clatter, Blind Lemon and Robert Johnston made music that matters, Then the Light Crust Doughboys appeared like a flash, And on to a Bob Wills' show away we did dash. On Buddy Holly, on Flaco Jimenez, On Ranchera, Norteno, on Polkas, and Waltzes, On Willie, on Waylon, on Jerry Jeff Walker, On Stevie Ray, ZZ Top, and on Billy Joe Shaver. On Robert Earl Keen, on Big Mama Thorton, On Ernest Tubb, on Guy Clark, on Johnny Horton, Then I'll head to the show, con mi esposa, To see Mudcatter Jed Marum or Tish Hinojosa. On Townes Van Zandt, and on Jimmie Dale Gilmore, On George Strait, on George Jones, on Bill's Record Store, On Townes Van Zandt and on Marcia Ball, Now fly away, fly away, fly away all. And I heard them exclaim as they grinned with delight, Feliz Navidad Mudcat, and to all a good night. - Phil |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: Uncle Phil Date: 24 Dec 07 - 12:18 PM Hmm, reading the last full verse I see that I like Townes Van Zandt twice as much as anyone else. |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: katlaughing Date: 24 Dec 07 - 12:35 PM Brava, Sins and Bravo, Phil! |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: Rapparee Date: 24 Dec 07 - 12:39 PM Twas the night before payday and all through the house The girls were all sleeping, even The Mouse Their stockings were hung on the clothesline with care Knowing tomorrow the Johns would be there. |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: Amos Date: 24 Dec 07 - 12:47 PM A reprint from a lazy sod: All the ruction awoke me, And I grabbed for my wrap, And cantered downstairs YEl;ling "What's all this crap?" And there on the hearthstone, A rubbing his jaw (Which his fall had near broken) Was a Santa-garbed Spaw! He was round and tumescent His big nose was glowing, And through the red velvet His erection was showing But he hoisted his pants, And he shifted his rig To try and disguise it, (Said his shorts were too big). I was wholly in mystery! What could be the skinny? What had caused this arousal? Then, I heard a faint whinny. While Spaw looked embarassed, And muttered "Aw, fuck" I heard reindeer calling! "Come on back, laddy-buck!" "Come back to your Donder And back to your Blitzen! Lets be making der thunder And bringing on spritzen! There's no use just hiding In that chimney below, 'Cause you aint getting home Without us'ns, ya know!" "Come make us all happy! Or at least give a try! 'Cuz if you won't be our daddy, We sure as hell will not fly!" Spaw just look embarassed His red cheeks were beaming, For he knew I'd discovered His bestial leaning. And as for his tackle, In this embarassing pass, It had lost half its volume, And most of its mass. So he made his excuses, Said "Look -- I must go!" And he turned to the chimney With a "Ho, fucking Ho!" But I heard him addressing Those reindeer so handy, Yelling "Down, with you, Blitzen! Jayzus Keerist, but you're randy!" And the last thing he said, As he flew out of sight, Was "Joyous Damn Noel -- I will not last the night!" Oliver Sensemilaa Holmquist III The True Story of Christmas Playboy Publications, 1992 |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: SINSULL Date: 24 Dec 07 - 01:25 PM WHenever I hear: "Away to the window, I flew like a flash Tore open the shutter And threw up the sash..." I picture him hanging out the window sick and gagging on a Miss America sash. Go figure. |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: InOBU Date: 28 Dec 07 - 06:38 PM =) |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: Rapparee Date: 28 Dec 07 - 06:53 PM ...He spoke not a word but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings with ashes and soot.... |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: Becca72 Date: 28 Dec 07 - 07:13 PM In my house growing up it was "away to the window I flew like a flash, tripped over the rug and fell on my ass" Got it from Dad and got in trouble for it by Mum. :-) |
Subject: RE: BS: Twas the night before MudCat Xmas 07 From: InOBU Date: 29 Dec 07 - 09:16 PM I used to sing, in between the sheets to every verce in Christmas carols... Da's old Sally Ann kid's joke... got in trouble in Quaker Meeting for it... Oh come all ye faith full (in between the sheets) Joy full and triumphant (in between the sheets...) Joy to the world (in between the sheets) the lord has come (in between the sheets) Ah well.. lor |