It Is Vital We Find A New Title!

So how was your Christmas day? Of course if you celebrate it at your bay. Otherwise, how was your ordinary day? See, I can cater to all at my bay. But this boxing day needs to go. I mean who wants to get rid of boxes at their show? Not me. I like to jump in the boxes at my sea. So don't throw them away. Cassie and I want to play.

Need to change the name,
Of this boxing game.
Forget the ear eating guys.
They have the brains of flies.

So put on your gloves,
Go eat some doves.
And think up a new name,
One that will bring fame.

For that way,
The boxes will stay,
And I can play,
All through the day.

So what can we call it?
We need a sure fire hit.
So go with Weight Day!
Need to loose a little after Christmas anyway.

Stuck Between Christmas and New Years day.
Too wordy of a display?
No Work Day.
That is great at any bay.

Christmas All Over Again Day.
More presents on display.
That would be grand.
All would shout out across the land.

Wait! Then they'd go broke.
Let's forget that poke.
Plus the family would stick around,
And no silence would be found.

Get Rid Of The Relatives Day!
We get to throw them all in the hay.
Then without any remorse,
Watch as they are drug off by a horse.

Now that is a win.
I'll go with that at my bin.
Get rid of all the humans and their yapping.
My ears hurt from their constant flapping.

Besides they will just think,
They are going to the rink,
Still drunk from the night before,
And they won't know they are being dragged from your shore.

So sound like a plan?
I know you are a fan.
Chase all home,
And leave the boxes to roam.

Now isn't that a better name then the one currently hogging all the fame? You have an excuse to kick the relatives in the caboose, sending them away and leaving you in peace and quiet at your bay. One way to give birth to peace on Earth. Now the boxes will stay for Cass and my ever so entertaining little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.