Poor Santa

I was dismayed to find signs up all over our town telling the punters that Father Christmas was not well, and felt that some sympathy was called for.

When your beard is all knotty
And your insides feel grotty
Since a night on the tiles left you blotto,
It just seems so unfair
When there’s signs everywhere
That proclaim to the world: “Santa’s grotto”.

[Image: greene.co.uk]
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