So it is the night before Christmas, or technically day, and you know the old tale, everything wasn't stirring as Santa hit the trail. But why does Christmas only get a rhyme? Aren't other nights still a fun time?
It was the night before Valentines Day and two started to sway.
A guy with a loaded diaper came and ruined their day.
Yeah that would not go over well.
So better scratch that diaper guy hell.
It was the night before an Anniversary and both wondered why.
Thankfully with a good divorce lawyer the end was nigh.
That may be a downer too.
Plus it will surely cost you.
It was the night before Surgery and the bottom was bare.
You were cleaned out so well it even took the hair.
A nasty thought.
Ignore that one a lot.
It was the night before New Years and all were drunk.
They cheered and sang until they upchucked, kerplunk.
Blah to that too.
That will turn one blue.
It was the night before Daylight Savings Time and everything was set.
A little fall back and spring ahead gets your needs met.
Hmmm a bit dirty.
It might even be flirty.
It was the night before Retirement and the last of the work was done.
The bags were packed but it turns out you have no money to have fun.
Those credit card bills caught up.
Damn, that would be a hiccup.
It was the night before your Birthday and your need for math.
Adding another number can also give you an excuse for wrath.
The big 50 may scare some.
So repeating such a verse could turn them numb.
It was the night before Moving and all was packed.
A cat came along and now everything was no longer stacked.
Hey, what goes up must come down.
Yeah, that could make some frown.
It was the night before a New Post and Hank waited with glee.
He wanted to be number one and shout out, yippeeee!
At least Hank would appreciate that one.
Not sure others would find it fun.
It was the night before another night and it was nightly.
The black was so black that the black was just sightly.
Yeah, that could bore.
So that one we won't explore.
So I guess Christmas gets the win as it rhymes away the night before at every inn. Any other nights that deserve one you think? None with any diaper stink. Now another day/night before Christmas has come to pass. Enjoy and be merry like my merry little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.