Krampus
Naughty children cower in fear
No one will notice you’re no longer here
As well you might shake and tremble in fright
Krampus will come in the dead of the night
If into bad ways you have been falling
You can be sure Krampus will be calling
Only one reason he will be there
He’s certainly not there to just give you a scare
He’ll take you away, never to return
To a place where naughty people do burn
So, mend your ways and make it fast
Or this coming Christmas may be your last
I hope that I have made myself clear
Mark my words, you will disappear
You will be gone, will not be missed
If you end up on the naughty list
If in naughty ways you have persisted
You will be gone like you never existed
One last chance before it’s too late
Santa or Krampus, what is YOUR fate?
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
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