spring tale

It was a beautiful morning in spring
when santa claus fell to my feet from skies
out of his pockets some bells rolled and pies
in my ears i still hear the tinker bells ting

dead this guy lied there in front of my shoes
i must say he should have eaten less food
until this moment i had a bad mood
but this funny happenstance made my mind muse

i went towards him and turned him around
instantly the smell of booze found my nose
and other stench, I did not smell that close
i did not expect to find what i found

just a poor beggar who took his own life
at least he took his end with much humour
so, i thought, santa's still just a rumour
but such an event really isn't that rife

by thestewardofgondor
posted on 04/22/2008