Come On Down But You May Frown!

Santa pops down chimneys so they say. But we see him in a clean red suit at every bay. At least all the depictions shown. What is really in there would change your cheery tone.

The fat guy falls,
After you deck the halls.
Down the chimney he goes,
Maybe burning his toes.

But that's not all.
For he may stall.
Dead guys have been found.
Into such a chimney he won't abound.

Of course he may be happy,
While you take your umm nappy.
For 100,000s have also been found.
You may hear a cheery sound.

He won't have to shop.
For when he goes for the drop,
Shoes he may find.
Found has been many a kind.

A burglar Santa may be.
Taking instead of giving to thee.
But he may find a vice versa one.
Yep, a burglar gave a chimney a run.

Dead raccoons, birds and even cats.
Now that would cause spats.
Glad we have no chimney here.
Santa won't find those near.

A Santa suit got stuck.
What the umm fluck?
There are two Santa's now?
That takes away the wow.

Even has been burnt toast.
Damn, a screwed up weenie roast?
How did that get in there?
Someone have toast to spare?

And unlike most,
Including the toast.
This one is not so rare.
Bird shit galore so beware.

So while most are rare,
Santa may need to take care.
There is more under foot,
Than the typical soot.

Ever find something strange in the chimney at your sea? Hear of any of the ones used by me? Wouldn't it be nice to find a fortune hidden there? That would bring a cheery holiday to any lair. The cat will stay far away from chimneys though. Bird shit galore is so eww you know. Plus all the other gunk in mass. That all just stirs up the OCD of my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.