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A Deathly Christmas Parody



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Sun Dec 04, 2005 10:49 pm
Elizabeth says...



Deck the tombstones with black roses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be dying,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Dress the dead into their tux’s,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Bury Great-Great-Great Aunt Carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the blazing corpse before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the match and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Help me bury this old treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell you of their will,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the old people pass,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
One died from cancer in his ***,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sigh we glumly, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Headless from the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.


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Sun Dec 04, 2005 11:17 pm
backgroundbob says...



Tsk.
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Sun Dec 04, 2005 11:30 pm
Elizabeth says...



Shush up Gesus!
  





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Sun Dec 04, 2005 11:38 pm
Bobo says...



It's supposed to rhyme.
  





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Sun Dec 04, 2005 11:59 pm
Elizabeth says...



Nuh- Uh!
I can make it however I please!
Saying it's supposed to rhyme is like saying that it's supposed to work out in the end and we can all be happy :(

My favorite part is:
See the blazing corpse before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the match and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

AND THAT RHYMES!
  





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Mon Dec 05, 2005 2:28 am
Snoink says...



A little morbid for Christmas, eh? :P
Ubi caritas est vera, Deus ibi est.

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Mon Dec 05, 2005 2:33 am
Chandni says...



Its funny LOL :P
I should not keep on, I'll just creep on creepin'on.
  





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Mon Dec 05, 2005 7:26 am
ConvolutedEmpty says...



It wasn't... bad. But it seemed forced and very purposefully morbid. As though before writing it, you had set out to write a dark parody of a christmas carol then laughed about it with your friends before shoving it onto a literary site in hopes of pulling a few more laughs.

The Black Rose; you can do so much better.

:(
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Mon Dec 05, 2005 6:53 pm
Elizabeth says...



LIFE DESERVES WHAT I HAND OUT!

My boyfriend just broke up with me so this is how I cope... I try and try again to laugh as hard as I can.

AND YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!!
  





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Tue Dec 06, 2005 1:23 am
ConvolutedEmpty says...



The Black Rose wrote:LIFE DESERVES WHAT I HAND OUT!


This relates to previous comments how?

The Black Rose wrote:My boyfriend just broke up with me so this is how I cope... I try and try again to laugh as hard as I can.


Why are you making excuses for yourself? Nobody was accusing you of anything. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but that's just the impression I got from reading this particular piece, and by posting it here in the first place, you are opening yourself to criticism.

The Black Rose wrote:AND YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!!


Because, of course I claimed that I did. I still maintain that there's better work to put on this site.
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Tue Dec 06, 2005 1:33 am
Elizabeth says...



... hmm ...
If you would perfer to NOT make it public I am a sass in the *** then please, feel free to PM me...
I'm going to be flying away now.
  





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Tue Dec 06, 2005 1:46 am
zelithon says...



"Bury Great-Great-Great Aunt Carol,"
Waited a bit long to bury her ay?

"One died of cancer in his ***"
That is my favorite line and because it isI feel really immature.

I thought it was hilarious! Did you here the one that goes something like this:
"tis the season to be naughty
falalalalalalala
deck the halls with poison ivy
falalalalalalalala
somthin somthin somthin (i forgot)
light and old man's beard on fire"
:?:
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Tue Dec 06, 2005 6:54 pm
Elizabeth says...



LIGHT THE OLD MAN'S BREAD OF FIRE?! *lmao!*

No, I haven't, I can look for it...
Wee hee hee... hee...
  





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Tue Dec 06, 2005 7:34 pm
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Okay one word, morbid.
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
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Tue Dec 06, 2005 7:36 pm
Elizabeth says...



LMAO!
How'd I get the feeling that you'd say that?
hahaha!
  








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