Bullet41
ubw rookie
Joined: May 22, 2005
Location: Bracknell
Posts: 120
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| Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:18 am |
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They is no ‘Santa’ but a catchy street
On a corporate street, “Santa is coming to town.”
And the elf cries with minute tears at the height of fear.
Kill the world and sober shall return.
“Santa, Santa, where are you? Why have you forsaken us?”
Ten minutes past Christmas and no sign of crimson
light has been seem but over the clouds we ‘prey.’
Suddenly like a miracle in the sky a spotted star dashed.
“Is it a bear?” said a man
“Is it a House?” said a woman
“No it’s Christmas.” A kid screamed.
“Santa, Santa; why do you look pale?” a kid cries.
“Zo du u(?) sun die or is!”
“What?” whispered a disgusted crowd.
Santa reeked with a pleasure sniffed with guilt.
His beard was dread with a ribbon,
“Merry Christmas G.W Bush, from Santa.”
His eyes gleamed red with polydose: none!
What has Santa done? |
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