Keg Gull Buoy

(my fashionably late xmas greeting could long foster for this century 21 a meeting of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once boot not worth reap peat ting). up in the air mine barrel sized girth sloshes with cheap beer wishing many strangers happy holidays and good cheer making me suitable as santa claus and his team of rein deer chewing gum to avoid popping in both left and right ear yet the rickety sleigh may not become air borne I fear landing ungracefully scattering presents and gear if wooden contraption alights, a horrendous crash many will hear no doubt instigating children and adults to jeer comparing this jolly fellow to king lear yet running for the hills as this mad man gets considerably near the madding crowd, who expected a more healthy saint nick to a pear with healthy physique instead of the trademark outsize rear which cause for observers to guffaw and sneer whereby my trademark suit will seemingly tear and reveal that this clown wears frilly under wear prompting me to avoid accepting this role for next year.