’Twas the tenth day before Christmas
She had sent a note out
To men friends around
To help with a treadmill
Stuck in the ground
She heard from one man
The night of the note
Hoping to hear
From more when she woke
Not a peep of a sound
From any around
Had she said something wrong?
She felt kinda down
She let it all go
She would figure it out
She would enlist her friends husbands
They would help without doubt
Off to breakfast she went
To meet her fab crew
A fancy smack talking Posse
That knows how to brew
The waiter named Taylor
Did not stand a chance
As they asked for things
Like Vodka fat chance!
They drank pots of coffee
With fresh whipped cream
As they ate their breakfast
Of eggs like a team
For hours they sat
As their bellies grew
Hopped up on coffee
And a little tea too
The discussion this day
Was the film of the week
Filled with stars and starlets
Past their peak
New Years Eve
They were ready to see
As most of them bowed out
Thinking it wouldn’t please
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