Return of Rasta Clause

Rasta Clause is an old jolly fellow, 
who smokes a big fatty,
to get kind of mellow.  

His hair is gray, with long dreads, but clean,
his clothes are old too, 
and are always red, yellow, and green. 

When he smiles his teeth are all broken and brown,
Walk in town early enough,
And you’ see him lying face down. 

to be continued......

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Rock Chef said...

Hope the kids leave out LOTS of treats - he might have The Munchies when he arrives!

Bruno said...

more, more, read us more uncle wReggie