Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

The freaking bell breaks its law again

The Christmas Eve was just a tale

The feathers of chicks were just at hail

Arrows of pains were in their veins

The hot-reddish path was gained

Key claimed as if the dame was lame

Cocky perfumes all-over the wailing sail

Dogs wail for the eve is great

The time of pain was over for a new day to begin in weightless end

Mamma was good to stay in hay for there’s no work for her to lay

Bones were many for puppies to play

As they sing "the day is young and hay

Cats were in hard diet

 For the enemy was at hand the whole night

No captives were found in their way light

Birds rejoice in the loud voice they could know

The box created for a special snow

Never got to sow

They reap nothing like cold

Hottie! Hottie! The weather was bold

The rain too never unfold

Winds were brails and never woed

Happy we were for the families were in whole

Music was played to close the hole

Magic tale were happening in front of our face

No war was found in trace

The dogs and cats took honey and went on dates

They made a lot of money cos they dance in gates

The birds too went for the puppies for there was nothing Coney in the fairies.

 3/22/2019 2:12 AM