Quenching a News Thirsty Moonshineopolis
Posted in Lore on Dec 27th, 2009
With his bag dripping with freshly rusted toys,
Ives kicked open his door to persuade all the girls and boys.
But in the time it took to fry the turtle-doves,
And dip all of the ham-stitched gloves,
The sky got sick and began to vomit up snow,
Without any light it’s hard for Ives to figure out where to go.
But [...]
Posted in Lore on Dec 23rd, 2009
Ives parked the sleigh behind a rusted oak tree,
It was one of his favorite sand his bladder he began to relieve.
With an empty bladder and a full heart,
Ives set out to bribe hobos before they could depart.
But first he had to don a disguise,
Something that would hide him from folk’s eyes.
And there in the spot [...]
Posted in Lore on Dec 22nd, 2009
Ives hulked and he heaved up the mountain side,
What waited for him at the top he couldn’t decide.
Would it be bacon, a hen, a monster with fangs?
Or maybe a sack of moonshine for him and the gang?
He wiggled and waggled along the narrow mountain pass.
Sheets of ice reflected his face like common looking glass.
Beard in [...]
Posted in Lore on Dec 21st, 2009
The moon was setting fast,
And glistening snow covered the grass.
It was a time when stoves were running out of gas,
And the hobos wouldn’t dare have the last laugh.
Business was booming in other parts of the world,
Which meant that no one was throwing away their diamonds or pearls
City folks were learning to recycle their waste
Which turned [...]