Is Santa Powerless?
No man is an isthmus
Not even Father Christmas
(the reindeer and the sledge
are also not a hedge)
His small, bedraggled beard
Is neither hill nor fjord
And few would claim his sack
To be a railway track
Yet many folk would swear
If you stole their underwear
No man is an isthmus
Not even Father Christmas
Who once bemoaned a walrus
For not being a song thrush
And also a dalmatian
When even an alsatian
Couldn't bark in tune
Beneath a nickel moon
How many wights could claim
That famine swallows fame?
Contributors: | Roland, fester, loaf, P, Apsley, B. |
Poem finished: | 9th January 2002. |