Snog!

Snow & Mistletoe

My heart is beating
fast, not slow,
as I stand beneath
the mistletoe.

My face is red.
My ears aglow.
I've just been snogged
by Rachel Snow.

It was GREAT!
Not so-so.
She's a terrific kisser.
Now you know.


Poem by Santa Claus, transcribed by Bernard Young. (See yesterday's blip Eye Spy)
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