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"Where are All the Reindeer?" 12/17/02 - 19 years old "Where are all the reindeer?" A jolly man once asked... "They were here just a while ago... And now they've all got gas!!" "I can't take these farting reindeer To deliver gifts with me.... I have to find replacements; I'll see what I can see." So that wise, old Santa Discarded his Comet and all. Went on searching for a team; First thing he found was a doll! He needed another seven To finish off his fleet To fill another position Santa took two geese! With six more reindeer's places Santa started to cry... Until he saw a buffalo Out the corner of his eye! Santa was calming down; The task didn't seem so hard. Santa found a cat and dog... Just sitting in a yard! Santa looked and realized He needed only three more. He traveled to the jungle And got himself a boar! Santa sat and thought Had a few to go So Santa scooped up Goldie From Mr. Alamo!! One more spot to fill; Santa needed something fast... He found himself an alligator - His fleet was done at last! Santa looked upon his animals And began to laugh and snort. He had the greatest fleet, though With animals of every sort! He realized he needed a guide... To replace his red-nosed friend. He found himself a butterfly When he went and looked again! Now Santa could continue; He could deliver to all the babes. It would be a strange, strange Christmas... But he'd remember it for days!!! written for MOO for President
*~* Showcased in the comedy newsletter January 2nd, 2003!
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