Sat down to write
A merry Christmas poem
My muse came along
And said this to me
Why write about
Something that is just bad
Santa never comes
Even with a lump of coal
Just another day
That you would rather skip
Stay in bed all day long
Just let it all go by
So write different poem
About something else today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem