A Little Cheer Or Maybe Fear!

The cat hasn't gone the limerick mile in quite a while. So what the hell. I'll ring that bell. It may be swell or prove I need a padded cell. Either way, the cat shall play.

He was jolly and fat,
With a red cotton hat.
His face all aglow,
Enjoying the show,
Until they reached for a bat.

Rudolph was ready.
His fat rather thready.
But he awaited his due,
By a happy elf crew.
His final piece eaten by Elf Eddy.

Santa visited the naughty,
Their track record spotty.
He wanted a thrill,
But forget his pill,
So couldn't beam up Scottie.

Some fat guy was drunk,
And he climbed in a trunk.
The lid slammed down,
As he drove across town,
Squashed when the car was turned to junk.

Santa struck a pose,
And put his finger to his nose.
With a twinkle in each eye,
You could tell he was high.
That and he was wearing no clothes.

Christmas brings toys,
To the good girls and boys.
But I want an auto,
Or a winning ticket from the lotto.
The rest is background noise.

Upon on careful inspection,
Santa made a projection.
The earth held too many,
And he couldn't ignore any.
So he gifted all a yearly supply of protection.

The kids were having a fit,
Tearing presents where they sit.
When along came the pup,
Who had not given up.
Finding his gift of Santa shit.

The cat is through. Got any at your zoo? I could go on all day. But then that may cause dismay. Plus the cat may get on the naughty list. Wait. I think I'm already there unless I was missed. Oh well, what the hell. I said it twice. How nice. Maybe I'll get a new singing bass? That wouldn't impress my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.