A SILLY CHRISTMAS POEM

‘Twas Christmas Eve and three men died,

and climbed the stairs to heaven.

But when they knocked on Peter’s gate

He said they’d have to sit and wait.‘

It’s Christmas Eve, I need my rest

My annual holiday’,

They pleaded, begged down on their knees’‘

tis Christmas help us please..’

‘OK’ said Peter, ‘here’s what I’ll do

I’ll set a test for all of you.

If you can give me festive cheer

Then there’s a place for you in here’

The first man thought and suddenly

His cell phone rang and rang.

St Peter said ‘that sound will do

I’m going to let you walk on through’

‘You see’ he said,’ it sounds like bells,

bells on Christmas day

Come on in, sit right down

You can wear my pearly crown'.

The second man lit up a fag

He lit it with a match

‘That’s great’ said Peter,’ that will do,

You can come on in here too!’

You see he said, that’s just like lights

Lights I had at home.

Like Christmas candles on my shelf

You’ve taken me outside myself.

The third man wondered what to do

His mind was just a blank.

Then he remembered what he did

That caused his heart to shoot it’s lid.

He plunged his arm into his bag

And rummaged through his bits.

Then held his hand up really high

and waved a thong up in the sky!

‘That’s not festive’ Peter said

‘It’s intimate apparel’

‘It’s Christmassy’ the dead man said'

'Because this thong is Carols!'