Dark Humour For Christmas
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Father Christmas was flirting with fate
On accepting for once a blind date
In the park on a bench
He sat waiting to quench
His desires but she was very late.
Snow was falling and that made it worse
This encounter was surely a curse
She turned up past mid night
Found him rigid and white
In a panic she called for a hearse!
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The Park Bench Christmas Contest
Hosted by Sara Kendrick ~ Pict. 3
© 4th December 2018
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2018
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