Jack Ellison Poet Quatrain

Santa Smokes Pot

Retired and happy as a piggy in poop
P-Soup is definitely the cause
Without all my friends I've come to know
Known as dear old Santa Claus

My favourite and busiest time of the year
Is just a few weeks away
Visiting you guys and your little kiddies
Spreading joy on Christmas day

Happy as a piggy in poop is not usually
Associated with Santa and stuff
But this Santa is a real down to earth Santa
A little warmer he'd come in the buff

Hope no kiddies are reading this poem
Might destroy their image of me
Now you know why Santa's really so happy
Smokes pot and is happy as can be

© Jack Ellison 2013

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Liam Mcdaid November 8, 2013 at 3:58 PM ha ha smiling santa loosing it Jack Ellison November 8, 2013 at 5:24 PM Trust me... I have it on good authority!!!

Delysia Hendricks November 7, 2013 at 4:24 PM Dear Santa: I've been a good girl all year. Please bring me some of your pot for Christmas but please not in the buff? I know you've never had a smoke in your life. No need for that poison when you're high on life itself, as am I. Whoop-whoop!!! Lovely, entertaining read, as is your wont. Big hugs, my insane friend. Licia xoxoxox Jack Ellison November 7, 2013 at 5:36 PM "Big hugs, my insane friend!" NOW that's the nicest thing anyone's said since I joined! THANK YOU my dear Licia!!! xxxxxxxxxxxxxx LOL

Carol Eastman November 7, 2013 at 11:05 AM Dear Santa: We've all completed both our naughty and nice lists... Long and short versions... Snicker... Nothing is simple anymore is it?... But if you smoke pot here... I'll have to take that giant fly swatter I use on Dragon(my favorite flying pest) on you. Tho Dragon has a set of bejeweled clothes with a star spangled banner on the butt he's outgrown you can use... Tho be warned... when crossing into some countries... That might make you target practice... Tho very tres cool with us!... LOL Carol Eastman November 8, 2013 at 9:52 AM And we're proud of you, too! Jack Ellison November 7, 2013 at 11:37 AM Believe it or not, this Santa has never smoked pot in his entire life so I really don't know what all the fuss is about! Love ya my dear Carol xoxoxox

Poet Tacito November 7, 2013 at 9:12 AM HAAA! It makes perfect sense. And Rudolph got his red nose from being punched by Santa when he tried to steal Santa's stash. True story. ;-) Awesome. Jack Ellison November 7, 2013 at 9:19 AM Woo Hoo! So you've heard about it too! I knew it! But it's the first time I've heard about how Rudolph got his red nose!!! LOL Was it in the Enquirer?

Russell Sivey November 7, 2013 at 7:05 AM Ha ha ha, oh Jack, you 'crack' me up my friend! Oh how much I loved this entertaining write! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this lovely poem this morning! "A little warmer he'd come in the buff" you have written a tremendous line there, how funny you are Jack! What a glorious piece, such a fantastic poem, Great Work!! Jack Ellison November 7, 2013 at 7:35 AM No kiddies around eh! LOL Best wishes from the old guy with a long white beard!