‘Twas the night before Christmas. The hoof
Of a reindeer alit on the roof,
Which needed repair,
So now there’s a deer
In the kitchen, dear. Sorry. My goof.
[Want more Moore? The Poetry Crisis Line call for this poem will up on Christmas Eve.]
‘Twas the night before Christmas. The hoof
Of a reindeer alit on the roof,
Which needed repair,
So now there’s a deer
In the kitchen, dear. Sorry. My goof.
[Want more Moore? The Poetry Crisis Line call for this poem will up on Christmas Eve.]