The Stew Xmas Poem

and started to drink more gnome brew
And shouting a Merry Christmas to you

 

Northern snotgurgles were snug in their beds
Visions of gnome pate swirled in their heads

 

And Kong in his 'kerchief, and Frank in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

 

When out on the rooftop there arose such a rattle,
It was a little old snotgurgle preparing to tattle,

 

He tattled and rattled and snorted and sniffed and blewing his honker.
Know one would listen to his whining and tattling driving them bonker.

 

So, the little old snotgurgle went to Santa Claus,
knowing that would give everyone pause,

 

Santa just laughed and said"youre a riot"
when he asked for an all gnome diet

 

The jolly old elf was portly and jiggled,
And somewhere behind him he heard something giggle:

 

He blinked his eyes
ans shook his head,
what the devil was that
the jolly elf said.

 

It was very dark,
so he lit a candle,
and beheld an oak door,
with a big golden handle

 

Through the door he crept
Thinking maybe this was where Santa slept