That's Mrs Santa, a Sequel To Trouble At the North Pole
Who's that swell-dressed, well-developed lady
Struttin' round the old North Pole?
Well, bless my soul!
That's Mrs. Santa.
You'd hardly recognize her.
Lookin' like a million-dollar baby,
Heatin' up the cold North Pole.
Back in control,
That's Mrs. Santa.
She's had a transformation.
She was always short and plump but pretty,
Matronly, a "six" at best.
But after just a month in New York City,
She came back slenderized,
And glamorized,
And tantalizing as Ms. Mae West.
Now they're doin' fine up there in their icy palace
Where she outshines the aurora borealis,
And Santa's one happy gent,
In debt, but more than content
That it was money well-spent
To reinvent Mrs. Santa.
Copyright © Jim Slaughter | Year Posted 2022
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