A container of intricate designs
With cinnamon swirls on the sides
The goblet, they say, has Rudolph's red nose
Look at the flames, from blue to red it goes
It's a statue on a pedestal, emitting fear
Of being chosen; a riddle unclear
The boy who was called was perplexed by far
As to why that cinna-roll chose him from afar?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Look at the flames, from blue to red it goes It's a statue on a pedestal, emitting fear love the words this poet made with a warm smell