Santa is StuckA Poem by Randy JohnsonWhile trying to get down this chimney, I got stuck. I can't budge, this really sucks! You're wondering what's wrong, you're wondering what's the matter. The kids have fed me too much milk and cookies and I've gotten fatter. The owners of this house have seen me and they called the law. They say I'm trespassing but I'm not trespassing, I'm Santa Clause. The Cops have arrived and they're having to use the jaws of life. Let's keep this to ourselves, I'll be put on a diet if you tell my wife. This situation is so embarrassing but at least I'm not stuck anymore. I'll never go down a chimney again, from now on I'm going through doors. © 2014 Randy Johnson |
StatsAuthorRandy JohnsonTNAboutI was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..Writing
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