"Santa's here!"

Hello, psychos! It's Peace Cobain.Today I'll write you a new poem, called "Santa 's here!"I know, I know, it's spring and I'm writing for X-mass, but I thought that would be cool idea and decided-I'll write it and I'll write it now.So listen up:

SANTA’S HERE!

Hide! Hide! Under the bed!

You heard footsteps in front of the door

You don’t know who is that

but you better get down on the floor

Big red boots

Long white beard

Walking into the woods

Can you feel the fear?

Santa’s here! Santa’s here!

Lock the door and swallow the key

Stop crying, kid! Just run away!

Because it’s X-mass today

It’s dark in the hall

But the fire is burning

Blood on the wall

And you hear him moving

Do you still want toys

like the other boys?

No, because you know

you’ll get an axe with a bow

Your life was wild and that’s the prize

For the running out from class

‘Cause you often run from school

I’m telling you-this isn’t cool

Because now he’s coming for your soul

He won’t give you only a coal…

The bed Santa Claus.

Santa’s here! Santa’s here!

Lock the door and swallow the key

Stop crying, kid! Just run away!

Because your last day may be today…

You are hiding behind the door

And you hear him moving on the next floor

Do you have a fireplace?

You looked the fire-saw his face…

He will catch you! Hurry up!

Stop screaming! Just shut up!

He has an axe and it’s sharp

He is hiding in the dark

You hear him laughing:

“Ho! Ho! Ho!”

But sounds evil

Not happy. No…

Santa’s here! Santa’s here!

Lock the door and swallow the key

Stop crying, kid! Just run away!...

You will meet the death today.

Who’s behind you?

Hurry! Watch out!

The bed Santa smiled…

Run! Run! Run…Ough…

Oups. Now who will clean this?

He carefully wiped his axe…

Ho! Ho! Ho! Marry X-mass! And good night…

forever…

X X X

(I lost the “L” somewhere…)

Well, junkies, murderers and other UFO-s...It's spring, the birds are singing and you are out of danger.But when the winter come...Watch out kids.See ya!