Sense Sonnet - Chiller
Naughty Ghost
Twas the night before Xmas, I
Am waiting for Santa Claus to
Come to my haunt, the jolly guy.
Hanged myself and now a ghost, true!
Real naughty one before I died,
So Santa will probably give
Me a coal lump, so I decide
That Santa should no longer live.
In the chimney is gasoline,
I hear his famous, "Ho, Ho, Ho,"
And so I do fire up the scene,
And then hear Santa gasp, "Oh, No."
Santa yells, "You're a naughty ghost,"
As his chestnuts on fire do roast.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home