Yes the title says it all. Last night I was laying in bed, unable to sleep and I thought I would right a poem. (Your thinking loser right now. Aren’t you. Admit it!) Anywho, I was thinking of the Farty Pants Twins and their awesome ability to poop. Yesterday was some awfully awesome, smelly poop. It was prunes. Follow along here people. What are prunes? Dried plums. Excellent. And what do plums remind you of at Christmas. Yes, yes! Right! Plum pudding. (Yes I love Charles Dickens too?) Well. I was thinking up a funny Christmas poem and here it is.

O’ plum pudding, how I hate thee,
You make my Farty Pants Twins, poop and pee.
It smelled so bad, that I almost cried,
O’ ye plum pudding I really almost died.

(No I’m not done yet.)

O’ plum pudding, the twins love you so,
All wrapped up in the big ball of dough,
Your so yucky, I can’t even believe,
Of how you were invented I can’t even conceive.

Now the only problem with this poem is:

1. I agree, It’s really not my best work and…

2. There are no freakin plums in plum pudding. It’s raisins and currants.

I’m an idiot!

[tags] Plum Pudding, Christmas, The Farty Pants Twins, Charles Dickens Rules, Dad2twins is an idiot [/tags]