They Are Not Here To Bother You
I found Father Christmas and his gowns are baby blue.
He is surrounded by fawning cherubs, at least twenty-two.
The cat is having a bad day, for on his paw he has glue.
Father Christmas’ cherubs make the day worse, says his cousin Stew.
They are not here for him, said his Great Grandma Prue.
But they could not convince that persnickety cat, Old Hu
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