Collaborative Poem 5 - Santa's True Ya Know

[Dave Smith]

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
The he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

[Zondrae]

(I begin by asking for group forgiveness for the painful rhyme!)

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
The he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

As Santa was tipsy he didn't resist
but then came an Eagle to throw in a twist.
Galahs took a fright and dropped Santa you see
He fell from the sky and down a chimney.
ZK

[keats]

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
The he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

As Santa was tipsy he didn't resist
but then came an Eagle to throw in a twist.
Galahs took a fright and dropped Santa you see
He fell from the sky and down a chimney.
ZK

But it wasn't a chimney of some private dwelling
'Twas a factory chimney, all smoking and smelly
Emitting some kind of unknown toxic gasses
The kind that mutate and transform human masses
NM

[Wendy Seddon]

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
The he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

As Santa was tipsy he didn't resist
but then came an Eagle to throw in a twist.
Galahs took a fright and dropped Santa you see
He fell from the sky and down a chimney.
ZK

But it wasn't a chimney of some private dwelling
'Twas a factory chimney, all smoking and smelly
Emitting some kind of unknown toxic gasses
The kind that mutate and transform human masses
NM

The things he saw there made his grey old beard curl
It sobered him up, and his brain stopped mid whirl
there were kangaroos shrunken, the size of a mouse
and baby koalas the size of a house!
Wen

[Peely]

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
Then he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

As Santa was tipsy he didn't resist
but then came an Eagle to throw in a twist.
Galahs took a fright and dropped Santa you see
He fell from the sky and down a chimney.
ZK

But it wasn't a chimney of some private dwelling
'Twas a factory chimney, all smoking and smelly
Emitting some kind of unknown toxic gasses
The kind that mutate and transform human masses
NM

The things he saw there made his grey old beard curl
It sobered him up, and his brain stopped mid whirl
there were kangaroos shrunken, the size of a mouse
and baby koalas the size of a house!
Wen

The factory sat up on top of a hill
but the thing he saw next made his poor heart stop still;
there were MPs around him. This made him feel sick,
"This is Parliament House, get me out of here quick!"
JP

[Maureen K Clifford]

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
Then he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

As Santa was tipsy he didn't resist
but then came an Eagle to throw in a twist.
Galahs took a fright and dropped Santa you see
He fell from the sky and down a chimney.
ZK

But it wasn't a chimney of some private dwelling
'Twas a factory chimney, all smoking and smelly
Emitting some kind of unknown toxic gasses
The kind that mutate and transform human masses
NM

The things he saw there made his grey old beard curl
It sobered him up, and his brain stopped mid whirl
there were kangaroos shrunken, the size of a mouse
and baby koalas the size of a house!
Wen

The factory sat up on top of a hill
but the thing he saw next made his poor heart stop still;
there were MPs around him. This made him feel sick,
"This is Parliament House, get me out of here quick
JP

He noticed the tree in the foyer was huge
and beneath it were gifts in all colours and hues
but he saw by the grim looks on the Pollies faces
that their Christmas cheer was in bottles not places.
MKC

[Dave Smith]

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
Then he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

As Santa was tipsy he didn't resist
but then came an Eagle to throw in a twist.
Galahs took a fright and dropped Santa you see
He fell from the sky and down a chimney.
ZK

But it wasn't a chimney of some private dwelling
'Twas a factory chimney, all smoking and smelly
Emitting some kind of unknown toxic gasses
The kind that mutate and transform human masses
NM

The things he saw there made his grey old beard curl
It sobered him up, and his brain stopped mid whirl
there were kangaroos shrunken, the size of a mouse
and baby koalas the size of a house!
Wen

The factory sat up on top of a hill
but the thing he saw next made his poor heart stop still;
there were MPs around him. This made him feel sick,
"This is Parliament House, get me out of here quick
JP

He noticed the tree in the foyer was huge
and beneath it were gifts in all colours and hues
but he saw by the grim looks on the Pollies faces
that their Christmas cheer was in bottles not places.
MKC


Back in the car park he ate Maur’s Christmas cake
And from her brandy his thirst he did slake
Soo yous hab a Christ nicemas and enjoy you newears }
You will find Santa’s not as think as you drunk that he is. }The Ss rhyme
DS

[Maureen K Clifford]

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
Then he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

As Santa was tipsy he didn't resist
but then came an Eagle to throw in a twist.
Galahs took a fright and dropped Santa you see
He fell from the sky and down a chimney.
ZK

But it wasn't a chimney of some private dwelling
'Twas a factory chimney, all smoking and smelly
Emitting some kind of unknown toxic gasses
The kind that mutate and transform human masses
NM

The things he saw there made his grey old beard curl
It sobered him up, and his brain stopped mid whirl
there were kangaroos shrunken, the size of a mouse
and baby koalas the size of a house!
Wen

The factory sat up on top of a hill
but the thing he saw next made his poor heart stop still;
there were MPs around him. This made him feel sick,
"This is Parliament House, get me out of here quick
JP

He noticed the tree in the foyer was huge
and beneath it were gifts in all colours and hues
but he saw by the grim looks on the Pollies faces
that their Christmas cheer was in bottles not places.
MKC


Back in the car park he ate Maur’s Christmas cake
And from her brandy his thirst he did slake
Soo yous hab a Christ nicemas and enjoy you newears time
You will find Santa’s not as think as you drunk that he is. The Ss rhyme
DS


By now Santa was over full and just a little silly
he spotted grazing near the gate a large white hairy billy
who he thought could maybe help him out by carrying his sack
but the Billy having other thoughts went on Santa attack
MKC

[Irene]

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
Then he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

As Santa was tipsy he didn't resist
but then came an Eagle to throw in a twist.
Galahs took a fright and dropped Santa you see
He fell from the sky and down a chimney.
ZK

But it wasn't a chimney of some private dwelling
'Twas a factory chimney, all smoking and smelly
Emitting some kind of unknown toxic gasses
The kind that mutate and transform human masses
NM

The things he saw there made his grey old beard curl
It sobered him up, and his brain stopped mid whirl
there were kangaroos shrunken, the size of a mouse
and baby koalas the size of a house!
Wen

The factory sat up on top of a hill
but the thing he saw next made his poor heart stop still;
there were MPs around him. This made him feel sick,
"This is Parliament House, get me out of here quick
JP

He noticed the tree in the foyer was huge
and beneath it were gifts in all colours and hues
but he saw by the grim looks on the Pollies faces
that their Christmas cheer was in bottles not places.
MKC


Back in the car park he ate Maur’s Christmas cake
And from her brandy his thirst he did slake
Soo yous hab a Christ nicemas and enjoy you newears time
You will find Santa’s not as think as you drunk that he is. The Ss rhyme
DS

By now Santa was over full and just a little silly
he spotted grazing near the gate a large white hairy billy
who he thought could maybe help him out by carrying his sack
but the Billy having other thoughts went on Santa attack
MKC

He raced for his mid-section, head to the ground
so his horns drove through Santa Claus' tummy so round.
His head lifted skywards while still on the run;
poor Santa went flying right up to the sun!
IC

[Wendy Seddon]

Santa's True YA Know

I was going to write you a Christmassy story
and tell you of Santa in all of his glory.
A few grumpy people have beaten me to it,
I’m thinking with Santa that they might have blew it.
DS

When he wriggled down into the chimney so small,
it was not his intention to knock down the wall.
The children were laughing and so full of glee
when the neighbours let all of the reindeer run free.
DS

The reindeer then thought that their work was all done,
they were prancing and dancing and jumping with fun
and then without warning, the reindeer shot through.
Which left Santa thinking, “What am I to do?”
JP

"Well that's buggered up Christmas for this bloody year!"
old Santa he grumbled, so he knocked back a beer.
He sat on his sleigh and grabbed beer number two
when the grazing white boomers - they came into view.
MP

Now Santa is older, his vision is dim
with the help from that beer, it was really quite grim.
What he thought were reindeer, were not deer at all
but his neighbours white bloomers hung out on a wall.
ZK

But this didn't bother the Santa we know
He grabbed for those bloomers, yelled "I'll have a go!"
Then he climbed to the roof with a wing on each boot
And sailed away drunk on a white parachute
NM

Then a pesky old wind from the hills blew around
and no prizes for guessing whose white chute was found
though lots of hot air through leg holes was escaping
and seems that old Santa had no way of braking
MKC

Then he ran out of wind and came crashing down
His bag full of toys were spread all over town
If Santa’s not careful and keeps acting this way
Then he’ll lose his licence and they’ll lock up his sleigh
DS

But not all was lost 'cause from outa the blue
a flock of Galahs loudly flew into view,
they picked up that Chute, told Santa "hang on!"
and in a flurry of wings, the fat man was gone!
Wen

As Santa was tipsy he didn't resist
but then came an Eagle to throw in a twist.
Galahs took a fright and dropped Santa you see
He fell from the sky and down a chimney.
ZK

But it wasn't a chimney of some private dwelling
'Twas a factory chimney, all smoking and smelly
Emitting some kind of unknown toxic gasses
The kind that mutate and transform human masses
NM

The things he saw there made his grey old beard curl
It sobered him up, and his brain stopped mid whirl
there were kangaroos shrunken, the size of a mouse
and baby koalas the size of a house!
Wen

The factory sat up on top of a hill
but the thing he saw next made his poor heart stop still;
there were MPs around him. This made him feel sick,
"This is Parliament House, get me out of here quick
JP

He noticed the tree in the foyer was huge
and beneath it were gifts in all colours and hues
but he saw by the grim looks on the Pollies faces
that their Christmas cheer was in bottles not places.
MKC


Back in the car park he ate Maur’s Christmas cake
And from her brandy his thirst he did slake
Soo yous hab a Christ nicemas and enjoy you newears time
You will find Santa’s not as think as you drunk that he is. The Ss rhyme
DS

By now Santa was over full and just a little silly
he spotted grazing near the gate a large white hairy billy
who he thought could maybe help him out by carrying his sack
but the Billy having other thoughts went on Santa attack
MKC

He raced for his mid-section, head to the ground
so his horns drove through Santa Claus' tummy so round.
His head lifted skywards while still on the run;
poor Santa went flying right up to the sun!
IC

All was still well, on that adventure filled day
until gravity's power and might came to play,
The jolly fat man with his sack full of toys
Hit the ground with a THUD, a sickening noise!
Wen