Thursday, December 15, 2011

Fat Santa (12/21/2009) Poem

Jolly NOT SO MUCH 
As he Waddled toward his final flight 
Having placed the last toy 
Under the last tree 
In the last house for the night 

He paused just a moment to adjust his massive girth. 
A Bowl full of jelly was an understatement 
At this point of Christmas night 
His belly rolled around 
Like one of those Ocean wave demonstrations from your local aquarium 
We are talking tidal changes here folks 

As he shifted from one foot to the other. 
He paused…… 
One last glass of milk 
One last cookie…. 
He knew he shouldn’t 
But after all he didn’t want to disappoint 
He leaned over toward the table. 
In backyard water in the pool splashed out onto the deck 
From the gravitational pull of his movements 

He held the cookie in his red gloved hand 
Slowly pulling it up to his flushed red face 
He bite into it cautiously. 
Ummmm Chocolate chip 
The chocolate melted in his mouth 
He savored it for a moment. 
Sighed a sigh of utter enjoyment 
Then he held the snowy white glass of milk up to face 
Sliding the glass under his cookie crumb covered mustache. 
Drinking it in one hearty gulp. 

He pivoted around 
A move that took all of his effort 
And shambled over to the fireplace. 
Leaning down to duck his rotund form under the mantle 
His ginormous rear 4 times the size of the portal 

His Jelly rolls swirling around where his belt should be. 
By some kind of magic that only Santa possessed. 
His shimmied into the fireplace like an octopus hiding under a rock 
Up the chimney he went until about halfway up 
He got stuck. 
Shit out of luck. 
With a twirl of his finger 
A sprinkle of Santa dust 
He tried with all his might 
But the fit was still too tight. 

With stubby arms he reached for the pocket 
Of his Santa Claus coat 
For his ECD 
Elf Communication Device 
But all he could find was a note 
From Mrs. Claus saying “don’t overdo it tonight” 


An hour later 
Still stuck in place 
With body contorted in unbelievable ways 
His foot was somehow jammed up in his throat 
As he continued trying to twist himself out of this ashy coffin 

Then up above him 
A face appeared with glowing red nose 
Then several more Reindeer faces 
Which ones god only knows 
Then the faces disappeared 
And he thought he heard laughter. 

Dasher and Dancer 
Prancer and Vixen, 
Comet and Cupid 
And definitely Donner and Blitzen 

“Help me you stupid reindeer” 
Santa yelled. 
His cries for help were quickly returned 
By being struck on the head with a rope filled with jingle bells 

They pulled and they pulled with all of their might 
But Santa’s fat ass was stuck in way too tight. 
For over an hour they pulled and they pulled 
Until the early morning bell tolled 

Beneath him he could hear the beginnings 
Of holiday cheer as the fire below was lite 
The excited voices of children he could hear. 

The children below quickly heard something else 
As the fire started to cause Santa to yelp. 
He pants were on fire as he inched his way up 
The elves had arrived to bring Santa Help 

30 Elves and 9 Reindeer 
Were finally enough to pull Santa clear 
But to his embarrassment when he made it outside 
100 Paparazzi were waiting to catch him by surprise 


SANTA TOO FAT? 
The headlines read 
As he sat recovering from the burns 
That made his ass red. 
In the North Pole Hospital Bed. 

“Overdid it again” 
Mrs Santa Claus said 
“A complete embarssment” 
“But at least your not dead” 

An elf doctor arrived to check up on him 
Diagnosis: No more Treats 
And your need to hit the gym 

“But they expect a Fat and Jolly Santa” 
He pleaded to the doc. 
“SANTA MORBIDLY OBESSE” 
The doctor held up the paper 
The National Enquirer said 

“Santa you need to change” 
The Elf doctor said. 
Any more Cookies and Milk binging 
And you will clearly be dead. 
It’s time for a diet 
Try some low fat treats instead 

So Fat and Jolly no more 
As he nibbled from a bowl full grapes 
While visions of cheesecake danced in his head 
No more Christmas pies and baked goods, and candies 
Rice Cakes and Soy he said. 

He went on Reality TV 
The biggest loser Celebrity edition 
And although he didn’t win 
They whipped his fat ass into condition. 

So when next you see him on Christmas Eve 
A Fittier, Slimmer 
Skinny Santa from your chimney will leave 
BAC 12/21/2009 

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