Holiday Limericks
Fran was finishing her spooky décor
when suddenly a loud knock at the door
she quickly peeked out
and let out a shout
As Frankestein was outside knocking more
Our fat, Thanksgiving turkey somehow knew
On his last day, He jumped the coop and flew
As a twenty-five-pound bird
his quick escape seemed absurd
For Thanksgiving, we'll be having some stew
There was a tiny elf named Kringle
He was known to hide well then jingle
He hid so well in the tree
Was stuck in the lights, couldn't flee
Now all he could he do was tingle
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2022
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