Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Shoooooot Haaaaaaaaa



Attend the tale of Rudolph Claus
Known for his nose and flying paws
Larger than life, the children then squealed
Ignorant of the fate that they had then sealed
A comely parade down North Meadow Street
The publicized murder of Santa's elite
Hunters with ropes captured the deer
Hugely he strained, eyes frozen in fear
Red nose aglow, he took all their blows
And accepted an end that he never chose
Loudly they clapped when they thought he was free
But all they had done was ignore all his pleas
The cold steel rail plunged into his head
All but the bravest turned and fled
A dismal shout of panicked dismay
Surely it can't, won't end in this way
The rope-holding hunters heaved and were grim
The blood on their hands poured thusly from him
A shriek of high terror, a wail of regret
Our holiday madness his death did beget
As the crowd laughed glibly and returned to the fun
A teary-eyed child screamed "What have we done?"