My Christmas poem.

Grandma Got Revenge


Last Christmas was a blast,
I got presents like that,
But no one believed what grandpa told them,
When grandma was out sprawled in the grass.

But this year was all different,
The opposite as a matter of fact.
Because in the backyard,
Was a man in red that was fat.

There were high heel prints in his forehead,
And deer with tire marked hips.
And his red sleigh had graffiti,
Made with old red lip stick.

Now mom and dad are the crazy ones,
And grandpa and I are the non believers,
And no one can explain why,
In the hood of granny’s car,
There are some kind of antlers or feelers.