MAGPIE'S MUMBLINGS

A blog about my interests, which include crazy quilting and various and assorted other artsy pursuits and sometimes known to contain mumblings of a random nature.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

New bookcase, and Christmas wishes for my female friends...

Here's my new bookcase,
assembled and filled...


It's a really sturdy unit so should
stand up to all the books I have.

Better yet?  There's room for more books!

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I came across this poem and 
thought you might enjoy it.
There is no author listed on it,
so if you happen to know who wrote it, let me know
and I will give credit.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO MY FEMALE FRIENDS
 
If I were ol' Santa, you know what I'd do
I'd dump silly gifts that are given to you
And deliver some things just inside your front door
Things you have lost, but treasured before.

I'd give you back all your maidenly vigor,
And to go along with it, a neat tiny figure.
Then restore the old color that once graced your hair
Before rinses and bleaches took residence there.

I'd bring back the shape with which you were gifted
So things now suspended need not be uplifted.
I'd draw in your tummy and smooth down your back
Till you'd be a dream in those tight fighting slacks.

I'd remove all your wrinkles and leave only one chin
So you wouldn't spend hours rubbing grease on your skin.
You'd never have flashes or queer dizzy spells,
And you wouldn't hear noises like ringing of bells.

No sore aching feet and no corns on your toes,
No searching for spectacles when they're right on your nose.
Not a shot would you take in your arm, hip or fanny,
From a doctor who thinks you're a nervous old granny.

You'd never have a headache, so no pills would you take.
And no heating pad needed since your muscles won't ache.
Yes, if I were Santa, you'd never look stupid,
You'd be a cute little chick with the romance of a cupid.

I'd give a lift to your heart when those wolves start to whistle,
And the joys of your heart would be light as a thistle.
But alas!  I'm not Santa.  I'm simply just me,
That matronest of matrons you ever did see.

I wish I could tell you all the symptoms I've got,
But I'm due at my doctor's for an estrogen shot.
Even though we've grown older, this wish is sincere,
Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year. 


7 comments:

Exuberant Color said...

Wow, that is a nice size bookcase, and room for more books is a bonus!

Mosaic Magpie said...

Love the Santa poem....
Oh, I do wish you were Santa and could make a few of those things true!
xo,
Deb

koralee said...

Love the book shelf...that is exactly what we need this Christmas. Ours are full to the brim.
Have a very Merry Christmas my friend...hope it is filled with oodles of joy....love and PEACE!

xo

Rengin Yazitas said...

A nice bookcase, who know maybe Santa brings more books:)
Rengin

fabriquefantastique said...

I want one....the neat little figure, that is

Anne Marie - Toronto said...

Where do I sign up for the program?

liniecat said...

that's such a great poem!!!
wonder what Mrs Christmas gets up to then?
there has to be a Mrs Christmas to make sure santa gets all his jobs done surely???