Another Terrible Poem Week5 ‘twas the night before Christmas

By the way, these poems are supposed to be terrible. I’m learning how to write poetry and struggle with good and bad.

Click this link to see Chelsea Owens prompt.

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‘Twas the night before Christmas

When all thru the city

The Santa’s were out

Delivering things, what a pity

A pity it is, because

No one is sure

If Santa is Santa

Or a cur in a fur

A fur made from cats

Why cats?

Cats are fat

But they bite the tails

The tales of curs

And history reveals

That this data is concealed

To keep folks from squealing

And then there was a noise

A noise – no, a growl?

a growl and a howl

A howl and a poke

and then he awoke

@Ruth

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