Wretched Rhymes

What Were They Thinking – Santa

poinsettiaHe smells the same as Uncle Pete
in the summer heat.
You want me perched upon his seat –
this former street deadbeat?

Is this supposed to be a treat,
so fakey and upbeat?
This is all so obsolete
replete with elf deceit.

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