
O’ (un)holy Krampus Night.
There is a being named Krampus
Who this night comes for some of us.
Some of us will go
To where, we don’t know
But that will leave more gifts for the rest of us.

O’ (un)holy Krampus Night.
There is a being named Krampus
Who this night comes for some of us.
Some of us will go
To where, we don’t know
But that will leave more gifts for the rest of us.
Filed under 2022, Monday morning writing joke, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
There once was a writer from Maine
Whom everybody thought was insane.
He wrote big books on evil
and owned pet boll weevil.
No one could cotton to him or complain.
Filed under cartoon by author, CarToonsday