The Grinch… later on!

‘Twas just about midnight,
I looked out the window.
I saw what I saw, but,
It couldn’t have been so.

I observed looking up,
In the night sky to see,
It was old Kris Kringle,
Sitting there on a tree.

‘Twas the craziest thing,
And I squinted my eyes.
Santa had something,
Betwixt his thighs.

It was hard to believe,
It went straight up his arse.
An immense Christmas tree,
This must be a farce.

He seemed to be injured,
Yet, the reindeer were laughing.
Yes, Santa looked dreadful,
Still Rudolph was clapping.

And then I saw sticking,
Out his massive red nose,
The summit of said tree,
it was fairly exposed.

He suddenly let out,
An extremely big sneeze,
then out popped a star,
To come crown it with ease.

I ran out and shouted,
“Hey! will you be all right?
Are you stuck and marooned?
Will you be there all night?”

He looked downward to me,
I believe he did say,
“You bonehead SOB,
do I appear okay?”

I noticed he was still,
Holding on to his toys.
I told him to drop them,
I had no hidden ploys.

He looked as if through me,
Did he visit my heart
Santa yielded a look,
Then let out a fart.

He relinquished the toys,
and at long last gave in.
I had a nifty plan,
I could finally begin.

I propelled all the toys,
To my home right away.
and started my listings,
An auction on Ebay.

The stuff sold real quickly,
the response was quite swell.
And then I bid Santa,
A convenient farewell.

I’m guessing the doctor,
Was mistaken with three,
For my heart didn’t grow,
Not a single degree.

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