Billy Bob Noes
Billy Bob Noes Christmas Poem (kinda long + Rhimes)
Down on the farm we got lot a trees
Oaks Willahs and Pines we also got these
(other trees as well but they aren't needed for this poem)
Woman says 'Billy Bob fetch us one'
Says I 'alright soons supper is done'
After supper from the shed i fetch me my Ax
Find me a real purty tree and give her some wacks
(even with the s at the end Ax and wacks does rhime)
Then I tied the tree branches up with some rope
I brought that along cause Billy Bob Noes aint no dope.
I hauled that tree back right quick to the house
And said 'thar ya are to my lovely spouse'
(that's fine a fine rhime ain't she?)
She fetched the ornamants down right away
said she 'I want that tree up this same day'
I said 'yer a hard un, mamm I just got in from out'
she say 'well Decoratin is what Christmas is bout'
I took of my ole coat and hung up my hat
Stood for a bit and said 'I don't know about that'
Seems to me Christmas day might be a little bit more
than jest trees an lights and stuff
hauled from a store
Christmas is bout lovin and family and such
presents is fine but thangs don't matter so much
What counts is the joy that Jesus birth was about
and him bringing salvation, or we'd be left out
of heaven and angles and hearin em sing
Cause that don't come from preachers or church bells what ring
Then after I said my peace I set up that Christmas tree
right by the front window so passers by could all see
Woman and I both strung up the lights
she has final word we don't have many fights
We got it all purty with tinsel and then we went both for a set
She said 'Billy Bob Noes thats the purtiest tree in town I bet'
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