Tale of Peacock Santa
Peacock Santa sauntered in as if she owned the square
We were not amused, we were frightened said my cousin Jer
We had heard of her, her reputation is not so nice
She demanded coffee, and a pepperoni pizza slice
This did not sound right, I thought he was fabricating.
Whether or not it was a lie his sister and I were debating
But Jer kept on going, making Peacock Santa sound incredibly bad.
I think he is lying again whispered my cousin Chad.
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