Gotta, the unloved Orger
wrote mostly unread prose.
And if you ever read it,
you would mostly say it blows.

All of the other Orgers
used to call him that or this.
They never let poor Gotta
join their special Orger lists.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
a light bulb came on bright:
The Orgers got together
and agreed the boy could write!

Then all the Orgers loved him
as they shouted out with glee,
Gotta the unloved Orger,
We’ll make this thread a new sticky!

Just a quick 'heads up' - it's meant to be Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. You may want to go back and edit.

No need to thank me.

then all the other orgers
who used to call poor Gotta names
all got toether to pants him
the Org will never be the same!

XxAxX said:

Sounds about right.

fuck off and die alone somewhere else; we're trying to enjoy christmas.

Spookymuffin said:

silent night
holy night
all is calm
all is bright

round yon virgin
mother and sonny
what the heck?
Gotta that's really not funny

Put her clothing back on
sleep in heavenly peace

Spookymuffin said:

Dad?

GottaLetitgo said:

Yes son. Get outta the house.

If anyone in here gets the thought in their head, neigh the compulsion, to put their self-serving neurosis to the tune of a well-loved Christmas song, I have one word of advice.

Don't.

love you gotta

Of course I might be able to work on my fear of disapproval and abandonment to the tune of Frosty the Snowman...

GottaLetitgo said:

working out one's issues in time to christmas songs... genius

cborgman said:

Well, I thought so. But I think it was the alcohol talking.

The serman in church this week was actually about reaching out to someone this week who feels left out and unloved my others. Like how Jesus loved the lepers even though everyone else found them disgusting.


Wanna be my leper?????