Saturday Seasonal Satire
We three kings of Orient are,
and we’ve traveled awfully far,
wending, walking, ranging, riding
following that darn star.
O—oh! Gosh my feet hurt, and my bum,
saddle-sore and nearly numb;
Got some aspirin? Give me some!
Aspirin’s mine, I’ll give you a few,
take with water, take only two;
it’ll stop your back from aching
as it’s supposed to do.
O—oh! How far is it that we’ve gone,
daylight’s coming, almost dawn,
when I’m weary,
pardon, while I stretch and yawn.
Coffee’s mine, I’ll give you a sip,
percolated, pressed or drip.
Sorry I can’t do espres-
so — no macchina on this trip.
O—oh! How I miss my latte tall,
cappucino large or small,
it’s not instant,
better brewed or not at all!
Wait, I see a sign up ahead,
and I’m glad ’cause I’m almost dead,
green the logo, it’s no no-go,
yonder I see a Star-
bu—ucks! Goad the camel and the mare,
quickly now we’re almost there.
Call a priest or
either one, I just don’t care.
December 30, 2007