28 April 2012
T'was the night before christmas, And all was quiet The cookies were out, As well as a carrot
Young Jimmy O'Hugh, Awake in his bed Crept downstairs, A thought in his head
He thought of Santa, Of presents for he As he entered the room, Where Santa would be
He took the Cookies, But left the carrot Nothing for Santa, Who would have thought it
As he crept back upstairs, He giggled with glee Cookies and presents, All for me
But when he awoke He shouted "Oh No!" For all that there was, Was a lump of coal
There was also a note, For Jimmy O'Hugh And on it it said, No presents for you!
A Poem I Wrote Aged 10 • Opuss № I