The Poet Of Christmas Present
By Andy Sutton
I am the second
poet, hark
For I was born this year
This present Christmas day will mark
My only one I fear
This my poem’s
bland I know
No wisdom, love, nor fun
This festive verse is bland ho, ho
And random rhyming’s done
These solstice words
are cheery chose
But merry sense it's not
In rhyme that snowman’s carrot nose
A manger child begot
A human would not
write this worse
It's like I did not try
For this the present Christmas verse
Is written by A.I.
(No actual A.I. was exploited in the production of this poem)
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