Rain Dear Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The mood was festive, it was the season
old age had come, it was the reason
that George and Emma wore small gadgets
to hear and see, then George had Paget's
which caused some brittleness of bone
while Emma, always had been prone
to suffer pressure from the gut
which often left her through the butt.
'Twas Christmas Eve, and in their house
there lived a cat and a small mouse.
They both were clever and the cat
was rather slow and pretty fat
the mouse lived on the pantry's shelves
where hungry mice amuse themselves.
The tree had all its candles glowing,
out in the cold, it started snowing
when Santa who was running late
was travelling at a frisky rate
his sleigh caused friction and much heat
this year he'd used the Northern Fleet,
which would ensure that all the presents
would get to kids, adults and peasants.
But, due to being quite unable
to find more reindeer in their stable
they had to use the diesel engines
which used up fuel with a vengeance.
And in addition greenhouse gas
was readily produced en masse.
The town where George and Emm' resided
where Santa's team had (Sat/Nav guided)
delivered all, in record time
saw now its temperature climb.
Snow started melting and a flood
turned country walkways into mud.
The couple heard outside a noise
(it was the team delivering toys)
George couldn't hear but he could see
he wondered what that noise could be.
So, he asked Emma, can you hear?
'Oh yes, it's them, the big rain, dear. '