There was an old man
There was an old man
Who lived in a boot
He had so many relatives
That he didn’t give a wit
As to whether he lived
Or died as a smelly old coot
He picked his nose and
Chewed his cud
He went to bed in the mud
He awoke with a cough
And said, “that’s enough”
He bought a newspaper
And went on a caper
He had to sell his boot
Cause he had no loot
All that was left was
To scream and hoot
Hooting and tooting
As a jolly old soul
He became the
Walmart Santa Claus
~Ruth Scribbles~
Ooooh, that’s good and terrible, all right!
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😁thanks!!
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That’s terribly awesome! 🙂
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🤪😂
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This was really terrible. 🙂 I definitely considered this one in the final round.
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😂😂😂
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So that’s where they got the smelly Santa!
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😂😂
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Wonderfully unexpected and terrible ending!
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😂 great!! Thanks for reading.
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LOL
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Thanks for reading! 😂
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🙂
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