seasons greetings from kafkaa the poetic cockroach cousin to the famous archy

twas the night before christmas and in the big house
the last creature stirring was mortimer mouse
devising some uplifting sentiments new
to fill up his masterpiece keep squeaking through
the book that will soon be the talk of the town
when published next year some time by little brown

his secret reason for keeping awake
was trusting that santa claus wasnt a fake
a message to santa hed sent up the flue
asking for camembert and danish blue
he knew well that santa faced billions of pleas
but hoped he could drop in some small bits of cheese

for hours poor mortimer paced in the dark
as even the foxes slept on in the park
screechless at last in the moons pallid light
their usual sex orgy stilled for this night
one thought beat on mortimers soul like a drum
had he been too naughty for santa to come

at last he could hear a faint noise on the roof
he tried to believe that it might be a hoof
he pinned back his ears and strained to hear more
but just then a note was pushed under his door
it said owing to factors beyond my control
i cannot deliver now to your mousehole
the new rule of six is in force for this year
and ive had to furlough four of my deer
ive no bloody dancer and no bloody vixen
and no takeout donner and no bloody blitzen
with four missing reindeer i havent the speed
to visit each household and drop what they need
if you give me a name i will certainly labour
to leave your request with a suitable neighbour
the same message appeared under millions of doors
all signed yours regretfully mister s claus

poor mortimer sniffled but did not repine
he took up his pen and wrote a new line
of uplifting thought for his uplifting book
he stiffened his sinews and told himself look
things could be much worse when the times are like these
if santa cant visit ill make my own cheese

and this is what mortimer wrote with a smile
the queen might well take certain tips from his style

the sky may be dark but it still is the sky
and its waiting there for you if you choose to fly
so soar like an eagle and dont be a grouse

signed yours very truly
mortimer mouse

24. December 2020 by rkh
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