The rambling diary of an ordinary slightly quirky dodgy artist in the rolling hills of the English Welsh borders, telling the tale of the life of the common man in an uncommon way and also explaining many things about science and the world. Zombies, Monsters and strange mechanical things included by request. Plus some bad Poetry
Saturday, 21 December 2013
Santa and the Wolf . . . . . (more poetry from Rob Z Tobor)
Santa he is big and Round
Lives in a cave deep Underground
But each Halloween he snarls and bears his
And Howls with the Wolves on the Heath
AH . . . . . Mum says that is not Santa but Uncle Fred, and its time I knew the truth. . .
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