A Christmas Poem.

It was a cold winter night, in the town of Wotton,

Everyone’s head on a soft, plump cushion.

Waiting for that jolly old fellow

Who was always thought of as peaceful and mellow.

But this is not true, in the cold north pole,  

As Santa Claus did not have a soul.

Because as you find in this Christmas rhyme,

Your face will look like a big Christmas lime!


 next part tomorow

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Comment 1 Comment by Ben S on 19 Dec 12 at 2:40pm | Quote this comment
Well done Ed! You're so good at artistic writing! I wish I had that skill! :D

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