Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
Santa knew he had a special mission
To make sure Putin's out of commission
With his sleigh of dynamite
Disguised as presents tonight
Down Putin's chimney upon ignition
Santa Claus departs with his wife in fear
Not occasionally, but every year,
That he’ll slip and fall
And breaking his jaw,
Put himself out of commission, Oh dear!
Written November 27, 2022
Submitted to "Holiday Limerick" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
10/10/5/5/10 by HMS
My granddaughter walks dogs for a living
So you'd think she'd be in control, that's a given
Was walking five at one time
A fight broke out, got intertwined
Was bitten causing blood putting her out of commission
She's not who you think she is
"Then tell me who is she?"
Shes lost, she wont feel this
"Why are you telling this to me?"
I'm telling you so you'll listen
"Aren't you supposed to be a Christian?"
I am, but your face will glisten
"Your crazy, out of commission"
I'm warning you of tears
"But she is the one for me"
Pay attention, open your ears
"You cant tell me what WILL be!"
But i will tell you the truth
As hard as it may sound
"Whatever i wont listen
Go away your not earning your crown"
--
My friend and i were talking
And that is what we said
Then one day I'm walking
I realize the truth he spread
As the end of this approached
My friend and i drew nearer
He was always trying to coach
My friend was in the mirror
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