....for being late by Herbert Nehrlich

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....for being late

'Twas late in the day
on that Christmas Eve
and the elves lost their way,
Santa rolled up his sleeve,
quick took out out his road map
and peered through his glasses
then he waved with his cap
'Let us move your fat asses! '
So the reindeer did fly
in a Northern direction
and from high in the sky
they could see a reflection.
As their well-travelled legs
landed, things became funny:
Among thousands of eggs
sat the Easterbunny.

Herbert Nehrlich

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Hema Kadir (3/7/2008 5:44:00 AM)
relevant and humorous.........enjoyed it!

K K (3/6/2007 7:37:00 AM)
LOL! ! Funny...

KK

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Herbert Nehrlich (04 October 1943 / Germany)