For this game, I would like you to re-name Santa's reindeer. Extra points if your names rhyme like this exerpt from the poem:
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer, and Vixen!
"On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
"To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
"Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
How about the GANGSTA RAP REINDEER, ( by K-Ringle?)...
ReplyDeleteHe came to my hood with all of his bags,
Then he started to rap, callin' his home-boys' tags.
"Yo, D-Cube, Big-D, G-Homes, and Queenie-V,
Check it, C-Dog, Li'l-Mo, 2-Can, and Sizl-B,
I'm callin' ya dogs, come one, cantcha hear?
It's time to jet, homes, and we're outta here!"
And I think he yelled out as they drove outta sight,
"Word, y'all! Christmas is a'ight!"
'Twas the night before Christmas up at the North Pole.
ReplyDeleteAnd all Santa's reindeer were ready to roll.
I said, "Look at that reindeer - his antlers are tall!"
And an elf, kindly smiling, said, "That's no HE at all.
In the wintertime males all lose their big racks.
They fall off their heads and lay piled in big stacks.
The females keep their antlers all through the year,
So it's SHES that you're looking at now, my friend dear."
So it's on Donna, on DeDe, On Patsy and Vonnie!
On Carol, On Cheryl, on Darci and Bonnie!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away,dash away all!
Now Santa in Erin is Daidi Nollag
ReplyDelete'Cause Santa speaks Gaelic,
We don't like to brag
Now Ronan (ro-nan)! Now Riordan (reer-don)!
Now Padraig (paw-drig) and Aengus (en-giss)!
On Dubhlainn (dove-lin)! On Ciaran (keer-awn)!
On Oisin (oh-sheen) and Seamus (shay-mus)!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
Wow, this is stiff competition! These are all incredible! Any other takers out there?
ReplyDeleteWe need more players!!
ReplyDeleteSorry I took so long. Our son is pushing out molars and we've been losing sleep.
ReplyDeleteT’was the night before Christmas and something wasn’t right.
The sleigh, it lay hidden, no reindeer were in sight.
Santa’s home was quiet, then a cheerful voice rang out,
“Good even to you all, Come have a pint o’ Stout!
I’ve changed my line of business, no more toys and flights through storm
I’ve started a new website, it’s called reindeersausages.com
We have Bratwurst, Fleishwurst, Rindwurst and Schnitzel,
Plus Mettwurst, Blutwurst, Jagdwurst and Schinken
So lift your glass and join with me in silverware elevation
Here’s to good food and friends in this Christmas celebration!”
(Apparently, Stout is a good compliment to sausage, though I don't know how my husband knows that... It must be the German in him.)
Now Inklings, Now Nene,
ReplyDeleteOn Fromagette and Delirious!
It time for a verdict
(And I really am Serious)!
To the top of the Post
And back to the Blog.
Now judge our entries...
Don't make me beg like a dog!
Now hear me exclaim
As away I navigate away,
"Please kill the suspense,
So we can continue to play!"
Twas 2 weeks before Christmas and the judgment was late,
ReplyDeleteI just didn't realize the players couldn't wait.
Or else I was senile and just plum forgot,
But here I am now, good decision or not.
I loved all your jingles, I loved all your rhymes.
I love playing word joust; these are good times.
You all gave good answers, but I must choose one.
So now I choose Inklings for what she has done.
Congratulations Inklings! Congratulations everyone, you all made me laugh!!