Thursday 18 December 2014

Christmas Poem!

As the stocking hangs over the fire
and your eyes begin to tire,
Go to sleep
and in he'll creep.

Sneaks into your children's rooms
and there he waits and looms.
Asleep, the child doesn't mind
As he leaves a present behind.

The practises were shocking
as he stuffed the stocking.
And with that, he goes,
Spewing “ho, ho, ho”s.

Whether you're naughty or nice,
Santa is who you'll entice.
No matter your gender,
Santa Claus is a Sex Offender.