One last puff, one last pump
Here come the papers of pain
Each with a dose of goosebump,
They carefully stain the brain
At last, the bell shrieks
In the bags the papers sneak
The students spring out like freaks
Wet shoes commence their squeak
The noel bells dance as they pound
His arrival, they won’t suspect
In hindsight of the papers, joy is found
It’s a christmas joy in retrospect
This was made for a Christmas newspaper at a school where my presence is URGENTLY needed.