Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

Hot Pants

Hot Pants

Santa was slimming cos Christmas was near
By sharing his lunch with his favourite reindeer
For chimney stacks seem to get thinner each year
But he got a shock when his sleigh landed here

I don’t know what Santa Claus thought he would do
My wood burning stove has a five inch flue
Somehow he got in and he had a straight fall
To the right angle bend where it goes through the wall

I doubt he intended to land on his ass          (In English English... ****)
I’d much rather see Santa’s face through the glass
Stuck tight he can’t get his mince pies and beers
Cos he’s landed scrunched up with his feet by his ears

This gift drop has turned out a bit of a joke
His beard has turned black and the room’s full of smoke
Apparently Santa’s not terribly bright
Why didn’t he check if stove was alight

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Jan Allison December 3, 2018 at 1:49 AM Absolutely hilariarse Terry!:-) hugs Jan xx Terry Flood December 3, 2018 at 2:04 PM I suppose you think that’s punny. Actually I was a bit slow on the uptake and thought you'd over-ridden your spell check. Thanks for your appreciation.