A friend of mine gave me this poem some years ago. When I told him I wished to share this with my blog readers, he just said: "Go ahead". So, here it is:
Noël noir
Did you hear or did you read
-´tis the news of this ole´ week-
Christmas lost it's ugly head,
cause old Santa Claus is dead !
Suffocated in a chimney
when we were just dining turkey.
Didn't know, the bearded clown,
that chimney sizes did go down.
Environmental friendly heating
clashed with Santa's Christmas meeting!
The reindeer did retire all.
As for the corpse of the old pal-
well, Santa was incinerated
while we for our presents waited.
Naturally they were delayed.
Heavens bureaucracy swayed!
For once they tried out UPS-
didn't work, it was a mess,
cause Santa, trusting his old brain
on his parcels put no name.
Then Petrus called in his reserve.
My, the old guy had a nerve!
His angel was made, by the look,
straight from a Hentai Manga book!
Lady angel was so sweet,
knew men´s most and urgent need.
Not for her the chimney risk-
all she did sent was a disk,
on which a flash-intro connected
to an url, password protected,
where Santa-Angel, dressed in red,
in heavens cloudy king-size bed
with her webcam- video
showed an angel strip-tease-show!
Even me, the naughty boy,
got this mens-own Christmas toy.
No more questions, no more threat:
"Did you behave, or were you bad?"
No more Santa Claus to fear-
wasn't Christmas nice this Year?
© Lucien Duvée 2005