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Spoiled Pudding

Too much truth revealed,
Can change the face...
Of sacred favorite holidays.
You know...
The ones with dancing bow tied turkeys.
And trips skipping through the woods.
To go to grandma's house.
Now to think,
Those wolves are in cahoots...
With Goldilocks and the 3 little bears.
Hiding somewhere prepared to mug,
Happy skippers unaware...
Those costumes worn the muggers wear,
Are not left over from Halloween.

And neighbors seldom seen,
Now offering to bring Christmas pudding?
Packed in a wrapping,
Scented in legalized marijuana?
And that white stuff,
Appearing on their noses isn't snow!
Whatever they call it.
To have been recently sniffed,
Minutes as go.
As they attempt to stop giggling!

Times have changed dramatically.
Officer 'Friendly' now carries a taser.
And serves the community,
Walking a blood thirsty police dog.

And the children?
Expected to go to bed early,
On Christmas Eve?
Are somewhere sleeping around,
With others 'kids' found on the internet.
Only to discover them to be,
Liars and deceivers.
Known by their parents.
Who make attempts to express,
Shock and disbelief!

'Sorry to bother you,
During this festive time of the year.
We checked the identity of these 'kids'?
Roaming the streets 'soliciting'.
They claim you to be their parents.
Although I must say,
They look more like grown folks.
Not children at all.

What do you mean...
Soliciting what?'

'Dressed like that?
What do you think?'

'We thought they were in bed,
Waiting for Santa Claus.'

Santa would not have been,
Where we found them doing it.
And if I may make this suggestion.
To the both of you.
Put some clothes on.
Before you open the door!'

'We are liberal thinkers.'

'You are also liberal drinkers too!
I could arrest you for child abuse.
But between me and you,
I can not tell who are the children.
And who has abused who in this house.
Here are your...
Whoever they are.
All if you go inside.
I can't take anymore of this!'

'Please don't report us, officer.
You will ruin our reputation.'

'Trust me.
I can not undo what has been done.
Good night!
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Submitted by lpahtillah on August 10, 2021

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