Something's Wrong With Santa
He is stuck in the chimney,
which I think Britney
Spears would find very funny.
He's moving his legs in the air,
birds looking at him with no care
as to the ordeal he's given a dare.
It is 24th December, nearing midnight,
and there is no possible sight
of anyone who can replace Santa,
as the Christmas Master....
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