Short Backseats Poems

There once was a dude named Santa Claus
He did not know how to slow and pause
He raced with his sleigh
Spilling presents astray
Into the waiting backseats of cars 

Monday, December 13, 2021
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In cities of affluent urbanity,
why are kids so rare in the vicinity?

In backseats of their glitzy cars,
no tots there licking choco bars.
Instead they have beribboned cats
or manicured dogs wearing hats
going to sauna-spas for pets,
some to clinics of doting vets,
others to lawyers for insurance
or pet's fabulous inheritance.

You may call me an old-fashioned hillbilly,
but without kids, you just don't have family !...

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I'm back lads! After a long while of inactiveness. (This is not part of the poem).

I imagine a world filled with wonders,
where dinosaurs roam the streets, 
there're flying cars racing high above,
with children cheering in the backseats,
when cloud burst into popcorn treats,
chorused by thunder, lightning, and rain,
then a rainbow danced calmly across the stage,
and the drama starts again.
Welcome my friend, to my world of imagination....

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