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Santa was in his sleigh waiting to go But the elf loading team was a no show A strike had been called Santa was appalled The elves taunted him saying ho ho ho... Santa muttered and swore under his breath Warned the strikers they ain't seen nothing yet Called his friend Bill Gates They were golfing mates Bill said " don't worry we'll beat them you bet"... He sent Santa four hundred giant drones And an army of robotic elf clones Who sorted the toys For good girls and boys And from the elves you could hear moans and groans... Santa didn't need to leave the North Pole Sent the drones off by means of a console All drones delivered The poor elves dithered Santa laughed he was now back in control... The elves were fuming and they all saw red They were so angry and wanted him dead A bomb they did place In Santa's fireplace He defused it he was one step ahead... He came after the elves who all turned pale Disappointed that the bomb was a fail Santa aimed his gun Elves started to run But the Fed's caught them and threw them in jail... The next day they went up against Judge Dread Who listened to what was done, what was said It ended in tears All got twenty years And told don't mess with the man dressed in red... Written on 6th December 2020.
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