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