A blast from the past today. a 100 word Christmas poem. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and throughout the house
Creature was stirring eating louse, mouse and spouse.
Nary a soul was safe From tentacle’d grasps,
Pulling all from their beds To scream their last gasp.
Naughty or nice, Creature does not care,
It’s boys, girls and parents Creature seeks to ensnare.
Bones fill its bellies allowing it to grow,
Oozing through windows Into the snow.
Soon there’ll be blood flowing throughout the streets,
Yo-ho-hos there won’t be, instead; there’ll be meat.
Remember this, child, as you slip into sleep:
Step from bed once more, and your soul Creature will reap.
Sleep tight and merry Christmas all!
