If Santa Were A Cowbody
A new festive poem
It is almost Christmas, and if you are a celebrator, then Merry Christmas; if you are not, then I hope you are well. This is a silly poem envisioning Santa as a cowboy that I wrote during the ‘Cowboy Sextape’ sessions. It is fun to read. I read it at a Christmas open mic recently, and people seemed to enjoy it, so here is an exclusive first reading.
If Santa Were A Cowboy
he’d have one trusty steed
who was half dying and fully alive.
Every gift he carried
would smell of pipe tobacco
left smouldering on the nightstand.
He’d ride like a house fire,
comprised of nothing
but heat and warning.
He’d go down chimneys
like a rusty bullet
from a revolver
of his own making.
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