Santa For Hire (Santa Was Mean), by Convalescence
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Coal in my stocking.
No Christmas tree.
I saw Santa,
and he saw me.
I saw Santa,
and he got mad.
Coal in my stocking,
and I wasn't even bad.
It seems like Santa
would be nicer to me,
but it's too late now,
'Cause I caught Santa you see.
I tied him up,
I'm not a liar.
I now offer
a Santa for hire. |
| Posted: 2010-01-01 18:10:20 UTC |
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| 2010-01-03 02:51:48 | izzy |
| haha this is really cool. r u sure that some of ur poems aren't really songs cuz they would make for some good songs. u got talent my amiga. |