7200
(my fashionably late xmas greeting
could long foster for this century 21 a meeting
of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once
boot not worth reap peat ting). up in the air
mine barrel sized girth sloshes with cheap beer
wishing many strangers
happy holidays and good cheer
making me suitable
as santa claus and his team of rein deer
chewing gum to avoid
popping in both left and right ear
yet the rickety sleigh
may not become air borne I fear
landing ungracefully scattering presents and gear
if wooden contraption alights,
a horrendous crash many will hear
no doubt instigating children and adults to jeer
comparing this jolly fellow to king lear
yet running for the hills
as this mad man gets considerably near
the madding crowd, who expected a more
healthy saint nick to a pear
with healthy physique
instead of the trademark outsize rear
which cause for observers to guffaw and sneer
whereby my trademark suit will seemingly tear
and reveal that this clown wears frilly under wear
prompting me to avoid
accepting this role for next year.
