The Rooster Was a Monkey
Twas the night before Christmas, socks were hanging in every house
Some were old, some were new, and unwashed there were few
Animals were happy too, even the cats played with the mice
Even the stars were dancing, the night was filled with every hue
Then somewhere in gate of heaven, Saint Peter was so eager
In his heart, he was so hopeful that Santa Claus would give him rooster
For Saint Peter was planning to build his farm and his cockpit
Saint Peter was so hopeful that his cockpit would be a hit
Then somewhere along the way, Santa Claus was travelling
With Rudolph and his other reindeers, across the sky, he was flying
He was so eager so give Saint Peter his favorite rooster
So he hurried his reindeers in the bid to be faster
It was a minute past twelve, Saint Peter was dozing
In his doze, he didn't notice that a dead man's soul was approaching
Saint Peter didn't know if he'd be sad or be happy
For in his mind, he was wondering why Santa Claus gave him a monkey
November 26, 2022
The Night Before 3 Poetry Contest (3rd place)
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2022
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