That was one heck of a mucky day for Santa...lol
The stars and the moon...glowing bright Poor Santa...had lost his eyesight Had a bit of bad luck When he stepped into muck Before, he took off...at midnight The outhouse door...swinging ajar His glasses, left home...on the bar So, the reindeer won't sleigh Because, he smells...that way So Santa, drove home...in his car Christmas Limerick (new or old) Poetry Contest Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire Syllable count (88668) - (88668)
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