Santa's Big Butt
Contributed by
Cynthia
on
Sunday, 21st December 2003 @ 04:59:48 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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It was the night before Christmas
and all through the house,
all the creatures were stirring,
even the mouse.
They knew that Santa,
would soon be there,
they decided to get,
an extra large chair.
After last year when,
Santa was around,
he ate so much he,
flattened the chair to the ground.
He might look innocent enough,
but how can he carry around,
that extra large butt?
The time was coming,
Santa will soon be here
better get out the
trusty dustpan and broom.
The mice were expecting,
to clean up a big mess,
one cookie and a mouthful of milk,
nothing more, nothing less.
Up on the roof,
there arose such a clatter,
I ran to the kitchen,
to see what was the matter.
HO, HO, HO,
oh no, he's here,
hurry up everybody
and hide the beer.
Down through the chimney,
CLATTER, CLANG, BOOM,
Santa was here,
he had just entered the room.
All covered with soot,
from being so fat,
we watched him cross the room,
in the extra large chair he sat.
He squeezed and grunted,
his face turned a bright red,
"Are you okay Santa?
I see a vein sticking out in your head."
KABANG!
There goes the chair,
it wasn't strong enough
and he lost all his hair.
The hat flopped off his head
and onto the floor,
"Hey Santa, don't ask for cookies,
there aren't anymore!"
He didn't say anything,
just got up and panted,
he turned around,
to see the damage.
"I think I need to lose some weight,
maybe sometime next year,
no more cookies, no more cake
and definately not anymore beer."
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.21/2003
Copyright ©
Cynthia
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2003-12-21 16:59:48]
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