Ticket to ride.

Father Christmas goes out on his sleigh with presents for troy and his sister
He’s slipped up as he’s stopped his sleigh in Westminster
He won’t get away with a bribe
There are cctv’s, nowhere to hide
He’ll slide down the chimney quick as a flash
If he hears Rudolph’s bell he’ll dash out, up up and away
He’ll throw the ticket away.

poem by Brian Roy Skyers
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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