first red and green blub blub blub

News item:
November 7 — Santa Claus is coming!

the jolly old elf
is his fat mean self
with a whisky bottle in his pocket:
if he doesn’t shut up
with his carols and stuff
I’ll send him packing on a rocket.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
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