A Scary Thin Guy Let's A Load Fly!

First I have to show me. It is my sea. We don't want to spoil the surprise. You may want to avert thy eyes. A scary thin one. Looks like...well you'll see at the end of this run.

I'm upon high.

Can really see this guy.

When did he lose weight?

Is he trying to mate?

There is an old lady.

Maybe Santa is umm shady.

We really don't want to know.

So wrong at our show.

Does he have to go?

He can sure get rather low.

Where does he go in the night?

Is using homeowners' bathrooms all right?

Is that mutt chewing his boot?

Can he turn him into a newt.

Now that would be cool.

Hey, he is a magical fool.

A Hallmark event.

Hmm titled Get Bent.

May not pass the censor crowd.

The PTA would yell rather loud.

Child services may sic him.

Not proper and prim.

All kinds of wrong.

Santa really is a ding dong.

The poop machines look.

They may think him a crook.

But all they do is stare.

I guess they don't care.

From up here I can see.

It may be a load under the tree.

Can't blame the mutt.

Santa needs to go to another hut.

What am I saying?

Right, you haven't seen it displaying.

Get ready to view.

I may as well burn it into your mind too.

So was the cat right?

Had he held it all night?

Is that really a load?

Boy, Santa is sure in scary mode.

Ever see a Santa like that? Any guesses who it is under that hat? The cat is too busy rolling his eyes to even tell. The poop machines' expressions were clearly, "what the hell?" At least they didn't scream and hurt my ears with their first Santa pass. Nope, he'll never get to use the litter box of my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.