Vile Little Dungbeetle

Red White & Green

He had a broad face and a round little belly,

That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly elf,

And on long winter nights, he would play with himself?

(And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself)


- A poetic description of Father Christmas, ISIHAC, adapted from Clement Moore

posted by Tilted @ 9:34 pm