Rudolph’s Epitaph
Oh no… oh dear, can it be true?
Did you hear what someone said?
Santa worked poor Rudolph
Until our friend dropped dead!
It wasn’t just the reindeer,
Who laughed at Rudolph’s nose.
Santa was in that group…
Yes, he was one of those.
He thought Rudy laughable.
A red nose seemed so funny.
But the joke only lasted,
When days were clear and sunny.
But as the fog rolled in that night,
Santa became a “Rudolph user”.
“Get me Old Flicker.” he called…
“We’ve a job for the red-nosed loser.
So, Santa tied poor Rudy to his sleigh
And with a whip, he cracked deer-tush.
Rudy strained and strained and strained…
The sled finally took off with a swoosh.
Santa worked Rudolph all night long.
Without a break, he visited each house.
“Can we pause a moment?” asked Rudy.
“Keep pulling!” shouted Santa Louse.
When they returned, Rudy looked ill.
Without food, he went to his stall.
Rudolph fell quickly asleep…
But couldn’t answer morning’s call.
The Pole-ish vet was summoned
But for Rudolph, it was too late.
His overworked heart had burst…
His last trip was through heaven’s gate.
They came to take Santa away this morning.
“I’m so very sorry!”, said St. Nick with a tear.
“Kiddies… enjoy the toys in your stockings…
I won’t be visiting your houses next year.”
End