Twas the Weekend Before Christmas...

The school bells have rung
Releasing the prisoners for winter break.
That incompetent Grinch has failed again
For this dang holiday is here make no mistake.

OK. That's enough of that. I have no time for poetry today. Somehow Christmas has decided it will be here next week whether I'm ready or not. I'm choosing "ready" so I will be a busy little beek geek today.

Speaking of next week, be sure to check in here in Blogville. Besides Santa shimmying his fat a** down your chimney carrying your prezzies (socks, Disney boxers, fur-trimmed lingerie, ill-fitting colorful sweaters, a Snug-Wow, garden gnomes, etc.), Humor Bloggers Dot Com is having a Christmas carnival all week. Check out the site for links to hours of interrupted entertainment while you attempt to get everything done for the holiday.

I plan on being there and I sure hope they have a Ferris wheel. I have not been on one of those things in years. Maybe that has something to do with me being scared of heights. Oops.

Also, Bee from Bee's Musings is doing another round of Secret Santa Can Suck It! Read about the thoughtful gifts we select for our unsuspecting recipients had we actually cared enough to shop for them. These posts are scheduled for Monday, the 21st. My poor recipient will not know what hit them. Hee hee.

*****UPDATE***** Secret Santa Can Suck It will be on Tuesday, the 22nd!

My break time is over. It's back to the kitchen for me. Have a great weekend!

Geek Morphs into Zombie Poet

My BBFF (Best Blogging Friend Forever), Quirky, is having a contest this weekend. She is challenging her readers to write a poem about zombies. She said something about prizes. I'm hoping that the prize is a place in her climate-controlled bunker out in the Arizona desert. We need someplace to hide from those ferocious Arizona tornadoes...

OK, maybe it's more likely that we need to hide from the zombies. Cat would be very helpful in the bunker. He would make sure it is kept clear of all small rodents and larger bugs.

I think I'm off topic here....

The problem is that I've been zombie fodder for awhile now. Bits and pieces of my brain seem to have disappeared. I've already forgotten what this post is supposed to be about.

Oh yeah. A novel about zombies.

No, ReformingGeek, no. A POEM!

Oh. Right. Here goes:

O howz I love thee, letz me countz zee vays.

No, ReformingGeek, no. Quirky already did that one.

Oh. Right.

OK. Consider yourself warned. Here's my final answer:

Roses are red, violets are blue (great start, huh?)
The undead of the night are wanting for you.

Creatures known as zombies with bodies craving
Without a spirit to guide them, they are certainly misbehaving.

Count your fingers, count your toes.
Oh Dearz, have they taken your nose?

Where's little Johnny and his pet sheep Dan
Oopz! It looks like Johnny's in the frying pan.

ENOUGH, REFORMINGGEEK, ENOUGH!

OK. OK. Sorry, and no, I wasn't drinking.

Contest details can be found here. I hope you enjoyed your weekend poetry reading.