daveinspain Posted December 19, 2010 Share Posted December 19, 2010 Add a verse... Was the night before Christmas And all through the forum, Not a member was posting Perhaps it was boredom... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
daveinspain Posted December 20, 2010 Author Share Posted December 20, 2010 So what happened to all the creativity here?? When all of the sudden a poster appeared in hopes that saint nick would bring him some gear... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LarryUK Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 A Les Paul in pink with 'sparkely' bits A bright shiny basque 'let's hope that it fits'? I'm glad that Santa Read all of my letter 'cause I'm a transvestite rocker Ooh this Christmas gets better! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChanMan Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 But what to his wondering eyes did appear from behind his lit tree in a package quite queer! "God I love Christmas It's better than Sex" then his joy turned to horror "Crap, a Firebird X" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
surfpup Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 And so to the pawn shop he sadly did truge To trade in the gift he did so begrudge And what to his wondering eyes did appear? A drunk old pawn broker with a 12 pack of beer And there in the corner his eyes did appraise An old Lifton case with the lid slightly raised "Shur alll traade," the pawnbroker slurred "Cuz zat one is new and thiss one'ssss a turd" And back to his home he went filled with glee To place the old 'burst under his tree Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChanMan Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 Visions of Jimmy Page danced in his head as he tucked in his wife and jumped into bed. I'm as tickled as punch she did hear him say I can't wait to open it on Christmas Day Then, in the morn as the sun came around he awoke with a start, left the bed with a bound He cried "that's the last time I eat turkey with cake! I dreamed all last night 'twas a damned Chinese fake!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dem00n Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 ^ [lol] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cookieman15061 Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 Bravo you guys have way to much time on your hands! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChanMan Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 Bravo you guys have way to much time on your hands! It takes but mere seconds these verses to write 'tis the creative gene lodged in minds that are bright. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
surfpup Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 So he raced down the stairs Taking two at a time Hitting the landing He turned on a dime He ran to the tree Threw open the case And lifted the 'burst Up close to his face With this close inspection He soon did decry It's real, it's real Ima break down and cry! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neilpanda Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 It takes but mere seconds these verses to write 'tis the creative gene lodged in minds that are bright. oh yea chanman! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChanMan Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 But his wife came down, too Just hold on there jack! No convertible for me and the dang thing goes back! But he jumped from the floor gave his good wife a squeeze "In the toe of your stocking's where you'll find the keys!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
daveinspain Posted December 20, 2010 Author Share Posted December 20, 2010 She held up the keys And shouted with glee Her husband then kissed her and looked towards the tree. Christmas is good This year it's the best Lets go back to bed and give it a rest... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LarryUK Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 So they went back to bed Both filled with cheer He'd got 'large' with exitememt 'Would you like this dear' Jesus Christ' She cried out with shock 'has that guitar done that' It was hard as Rock He 'rocked' her all night With his mind swimming round 'my beautiful guitar' 'how will it sound'? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pippy Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 At last he was able to plug the 'burst in. Slung it over his shoulder and, breaking into a grin, Set the amp up as normal; treble at 7, Mid, bass both at zero; Vol at eleven. Strummed the strings - oh! so gently! She made such a sound! Page, Clapton and Green; all their tones could be found! He tried a Barre'd 'A' but all was not as it ought-a! With a mind of it's own it played "Smoke On the Water"... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sdjjadk Posted December 20, 2010 Share Posted December 20, 2010 here's mine, http://forum.gibson.com/index.php?/topic/60204-a-christmas-poem/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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