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Limerick --- 2024 December 19
December's Cold As Ice
December morn, Claus's wife's horn, squeezed out,
Good tempers worn, Claus wretched concern, about,
Elves night, the naughty list grew,
Claus's name was added too,
She's crackers turned, Claus stout whaler--no doubt.
It's Frosty time of year, though sad he seem,
Both cold and snow unable to redeem,
Rudolph note his crooked smile,
Snow and ice just seem to pile,
As Frosty waits to melt in sunlight's beam.
An angry Elf was mad with Santa Claus,
And naught take time for a breather to pause,
Frosty froze just to know why,
Rudolph turned off just to cry,
The Elf cried then laughed naught knowing the cause,
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