Santa Clawed
I heard a rumour that I never knew
Santa delivers to animals too
But, throughout the ages
He’s feared beasts in cages
So he leaves till last, his trip to the zoo
Small children, they play the game right
Of Santa they never catch sight
In the Amazon halls
Santa lost both his balls
’Cause crocodiles don’t sleep at night
The Tiger that bit off his nose
Pursues him wherever he goes
Too tight for his waist
The bars slow his haste
He’s just lost an ear and two toes
He bound his foot with a bandana
He’d meant to give someone mañana
The big ape was risky
He looked pretty frisky
And then Santa lost his banana
A coyote from Winnipeg
Snarled but he tried not to beg
He offered him joy
With a nice squeaky toy
Which cost him an arm and a leg
But Santa Claus doesn't know fear
This happens each time he comes here
In ten months or so
His bits will regrow
That’s why he comes just once a year
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2020
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