November 30th 2012 1:14 am
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I'm DIARY OF THE DAY today!! Wow, I'm so proud I could bust!! I've been DDP 3 times, but now I'm the Diary of the Day! How KEWL is that?!! Thank you to all my wonderfur furiends who helped me celebrate this special day!!
Since you all liked Meowmy's "Hot Christmas" song, here's another adaptation she did. It's an Aussie version of "The Night Before Christmas". It may make this entry a little long, but here goes:
‘Twas the night before Christmas with all fast asleep
And the schoolwork piled up on the desks for next week.
The rooms were all messy with toys everywhere
And the couch seemed to be made out of cat and dog hair.
The kids were sprawled out on their beds near the fan,
With cool summer clothes on their bodies burnt tan.
The windows were open and the breezes blew in,
So we heard the owl’s hoots and the frogs’ noisy din.
When suddenly, outside, the dog rose to bark
So I got up to quiet him out there in the dark.
I tripped to the door and fell over something
Then I heard, in a daze, the front door-bell ring.
I stumbled downstairs and flung open the door
And I heard the ‘cough-splut’ of a motor-bike roar.
Its rider was fat with black twinkling eyes.
He looked at me and who he was I realised.
He got off the bike and he un-strapped his sack
Then he marched right inside without looking back.
“Took a while tryin’ to get here,” I heard him complain.
“Since when does Australia have such Summer rain?”
“You talk of the heat? I feel numb in my toes!
And everything’s on the wrong side of the roads!”
He worked while he talked, to my great relief,
And he even reached up to straighten our wreath.
He looked at the tree, which would never stand straight,
Which we’d nailed to the wall for pure safety’s sake.
He went to the stockings, all hung on the wall,
And filled them with presents, both big ones and small.
He looked at the milk, curdled from all the heat,
And the biscuits which looked not a bit good to eat.
He sighed and he rubbed his big lump of fat,
Then he turned around quickly and tripped on the cat.
He went to the pantry, found a sticky date pudd,
he scarfed it then went back to look for more food.
He found not a crumb so, heaving a sigh,
He picked up his sack and he bid me good-bye.
He got on his bike, which he revved with a roar,
Then he drove out of sight and I saw him no more.
I went back to bed in a kind of day-dream
And found part of the window that looked kind of clean.
I looked at the stars above in the sky
And I thought that I heard a loud voice yell nearby.
“Happy Christmas and… WOOOAAAHH!” St Nicholas cried
Then there came a loud crash and his motor-bike died.
How's that one? Meowmy's been told it's really funny. She just likes writing poems, even silly little ones.
Our weather here is furry hot, but thankfully we haven't had any more storms yet. Sometimes, when it gets REALLY hot, Meowmy takes pity on the dogs and lets them inside fur a while. Really, I mean this is MY house!!
Hope you all have a great weekend and don't break too many Christmas decorations! :D
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WE really enjoyed catebratin' Ur fun 'n pawsome Diary o' da Day honor, Samson! 'n OH what a great 'n funny poem! Love it so mush!! MOL! MOL! Ya know here in da south, central Texas whar'z I live, we catebrate Chrissymas in July sometimes! 'n yeah, we got dat swelterin' heat o' 104 sometimez! Iz jus' pitifur 'n we sweat tonz! Stay kewl my furiend! Iz still da funnest time o' year efur!!
Love ya dood,
Pawsome poem! And concats on your honor!