Listen to poem:
Holiday Fun
Once was a saint, round and vast,
Whose sight was strangely amassed,
He gave gifts unseen,
A concerning scene,
‘cause giving was getting fast.
Elves, with their laughter so shrill,
Made toys with joyous free will,
With hammers, they’d bang,
And merrily sang,
A chaos craft, standing still.
Then Santa paused in his flight,
And pondered the elves tonight,
“Their chaos,” he smiled,
“Wonderfully wild,”
“The chaos toys shining bright.”
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
