More poems by Cryptic Ink

Dearest Santa

Dear Santa,

A word from the naughty.

The good and the bad.

The twisted.

The haughty.

The broken.

The sad.

From the ones on your list.

Like a blacklist from hell.

I wish you happy Christmas.

And that all's going well.

By the way I should mention.

The bomb in your slay.

Did I tell you it's fused?

But you're on your way....

To bring joy to the world,

a false, misleading conclusion.

Do you actualy think presents will help us all?

I can see your confusion.

Was it me that lit you elves on fire?

I can't seem to recall.

What a silly thing you should inquire

But this is not all. :]

Why, dear Santa

must you hurt me so?

That's rat poison in your cocoa.

I do hope you know.

The reason for my outburst.

My rudeness and all.

Is that I got no presents from you.

Well, that caused your downfall.

Aparrently I haven't been good enough.

All year was just too long.

So I hope I could have changed your mind

with this

loving

christmas song.

Poem by Cryptic Ink