Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #276
Santa Was Hungry
by Belinda Roddie
Santa was hungry; therefore, he would feast
upon more than the milk and the cookies
that were left out for him. The angry beast
within his belly would not be appeased
until he sated its large appetite.
So Santa raided cupboards and pantries,
gorging himself on breads and other bites,
scarfing down candy, fruit and ham and cheese,
He scoured the cellars for bottles of wine,
the contents of which he splashed on his beard,
getting both drunk and sloppy as he dined
on each household's supplies. "How very weird!"
the people would all gasp on Christmas Day,
while Santa belched and giggled on his sleigh.
by Belinda Roddie
Santa was hungry; therefore, he would feast
upon more than the milk and the cookies
that were left out for him. The angry beast
within his belly would not be appeased
until he sated its large appetite.
So Santa raided cupboards and pantries,
gorging himself on breads and other bites,
scarfing down candy, fruit and ham and cheese,
He scoured the cellars for bottles of wine,
the contents of which he splashed on his beard,
getting both drunk and sloppy as he dined
on each household's supplies. "How very weird!"
the people would all gasp on Christmas Day,
while Santa belched and giggled on his sleigh.
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