Tooneric
Maturity Impaired
- Joined
- Feb 22, 2003
- Messages
- 525
Twas just before Christmas on the DIS I did share
The Bad Poets trip plans the kids unaware.
To visit the grandparents was our first stop,
But then off to Disneyworld we would soon hop.
The kids in the car, all snuggled and shoeless,
I took I-10 East and not West they were clueless!
We drove for 6 hours and I said, Feast your eyes!
We are entering Disneyworld! Oh what a surprise!
We checked in our room and then hopped on a bus.
The Magic Kingdom would enchant all of us.
The lights and decorations, Wishes fireworks show.
The goosebumps on Main Street as it started to snow.
The rest of the trip was so full of sensations,
The Candelight Processional followed by Illuminations.
Castmembers, characters dancing and singing.
Our eyes filled with magic, our joy-filled ears ringing.
One last stroll through the snow on Main Street.
So lucky I felt, now our trip is complete.
As we took one last look, I whistled a tune.
This isnt good bye, rather See you real soon!
In just a few weeks well be back, you see.
This time for a week at our home, BCV!
Thats all from the Bad Poet at least until then,
When perhaps during Mardi Gras hell pick up his pen.
The Bad Poets trip plans the kids unaware.
To visit the grandparents was our first stop,
But then off to Disneyworld we would soon hop.
The kids in the car, all snuggled and shoeless,
I took I-10 East and not West they were clueless!
We drove for 6 hours and I said, Feast your eyes!
We are entering Disneyworld! Oh what a surprise!
We checked in our room and then hopped on a bus.
The Magic Kingdom would enchant all of us.
The lights and decorations, Wishes fireworks show.
The goosebumps on Main Street as it started to snow.
The rest of the trip was so full of sensations,
The Candelight Processional followed by Illuminations.
Castmembers, characters dancing and singing.
Our eyes filled with magic, our joy-filled ears ringing.
One last stroll through the snow on Main Street.
So lucky I felt, now our trip is complete.
As we took one last look, I whistled a tune.
This isnt good bye, rather See you real soon!
In just a few weeks well be back, you see.
This time for a week at our home, BCV!
Thats all from the Bad Poet at least until then,
When perhaps during Mardi Gras hell pick up his pen.