From: pjr@example.invalid   
      
   On 2025-12-21, Cujo DeSockpuppet  wrote:   
      
   > Peter J Ross  wrote in   
   > news:slrn10kgn63.ccr.pjr@pjr.example.invalid:   
   >   
   >> On 2025-12-21, Cujo DeSockpuppet  wrote:   
   >>   
   >>> Peter J Ross  wrote in   
   >>> news:slrn10kglpk.ccr.pjr@pjr.example.invalid:   
   >>>   
   >>>> On 2025-12-21, Cujo DeSockpuppet  wrote:   
   >>>>   
   >>>>> mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in   
   >>>>> news:s7ecndeIn6PRzNX0nZ2dnZfqn_idnZ2d@giganews.com:   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>>>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>>>>> Winter Teeth Descending   
   >>>>>>> a poem by Will Donkey and NancyGene   
   >>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>> My presents are season-sincere   
   >>>>>>> Don’t look a Gift Donkey in the mouth   
   >>>>>>> Objects are worse than they appear   
   >>>>>>> My molars migrated Deep South   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>> That would make for a wonderful Christmas card -- both photo and   
   >>>>>> verse.   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>> Of course it would only be sent to people one doesn't particularly   
   >>>>>> like.   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>> Xmas card for Dreckweasel? Say no more!   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>> "Times are tough   
   >>>>> So is your steak   
   >>>>> Get those teeth fixed   
   >>>>> For God's sake!"   
   >>>>   
   >>>> "In the bleak midwinter,   
   >>>> Dreckery lived in a shack.   
   >>>> He lost his teeth a while ago,   
   >>>> and he'll never get them back!"   
   >>>   
   >>> Your toofs are decayed   
   >>> Your gums gotta go   
   >>> Don't gum the mike   
   >>> It's still a shitshow.   
   >>   
   >> Once in royal David's city,   
   >> Dreckster's smile was far from pretty.   
   >   
   > Once on Douchebag Willie's city   
   > stood a crappy little shed.   
   > Where the bookshelves were of cardboard   
   > And his mind, pronounced dead.   
      
   Away in a hovel, on a bug-riddled bed,   
   a lttle fat douchebag laid down his thick head.   
   The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,   
   the stupid fat douchebag, and his son Clay the Gay.   
      
      
   --   
   PJR :-)   
      
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