Waiting For Nick
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Deb dieted to a size four
She walked and her bones scratched the floor
Her knee caps were locking
But no men came knocking
It’s Christmas, can’t take anymore!
So now Deb sits waiting for Nick
It's cold, he best get here real quick
Ole Nick has eight pets
As good as it gets
It’s rumored they fly (what a trick!)
Nick warned her he carries such pudge
That Deb fears his sleigh will not budge
But he vowed they’d ride
With Rudolph as guide
O’er rooftops through snow, rain and sludge
*November 28, 2018
For Sara’s “Park Bench at Christmas” Contest
Image Number Six
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2018
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