Wednesday, July 13, 2005

The coal truth

This poem arrived today:

Santa’s at work at the North Pole
checking the names on his gift scroll.
For the good girls and boys,
there’s a sackful of toys.
For the others, there’s plenty of coal.

First, let me say that I like poetry. I love to read poems out loud. And they don’t have to be about me!

Second, let me say that I have no coal. That’s just a story started by parents to scare their children into behaving.

If I did have coal, I might be tempted to put it in such parents’ stockings!


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