Ruddy Nose
It was Christmas Eve, Rudolph was feeling crook.
His nose had not turned red this year as in the Children's books
Poor Rudolph was devastated he looked ill
He asked Father Christmas if he had a red nose pill
Santa's fat tummy shook as he laughed with glee
I haven't any red nose pills but noses I have three
I have three coloured noses Red, White and Blue
No guesses for the colour I will give you
Then with a flourish and a great deal of aplomb
Father Christmas produced the nose
And Rudolph stuck it on
I wrote this some time ago
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