A scratch on the floor left me unsure then a knock on the door
I opened it wide but he was already inside so smooth he did slide
Said I could invite him in at least, came for a feast this scaley beast
Spoke with forked tongue although young, quite the tale he flung
Before I could prepare sat in my chair awaiting his fare with a glare
Acted quite tame so asked his name, said it was one of fame
Without his disguise I didn't recognize his pot belly or wrinkled eyes
Couch as a sleigh he commandeered into the shadow disappeared
Wasn't long before he was back at the door, impossible to ignore
Left his hat, wondered where it was at
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- Comment from author about the poem: The other day I heard a scratching noise. I got up and went to the door. As I opened it a two foot monitor lizard skuttled across my floor. He had been hiding behind my drapes. Don't know how he got in. Got up on my chair so I went to get a stick to prod him out. When I got back he had left. I closed the door but before I knew it he was back scratching on the door as if he had forgotten something. Being the season I wondered if he was St. Nick in disguise.
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Great poem, I definitely thought of Santa Clause LOL. Iām a sucker for rhyming
Thank you so much Demar for your review and comment it is most appreciated
Good write SB. I thought it was a cat at first, unaccustomed as we are to lizards visiting us in the UK! lol. I would check our cellar (if we had one) to see if any lizards got it.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read and comment. Yes the cellar that reminded me of seller I wonder if I could find anyone to sell her, no probably not it was a he. Christmas make me go daft.
Monitor lizard or Santa, choices, choices.
I think the monitor lizard would be cheaper to feed.
Do they make good watch dogs, that is the question.
Definitely cheaper for sure and no they are very skittish running at high speed at the least threat. They get up to five feet long and like eggs so would be better at Easter than Christmas. Thanks for the read Paul it is deeply appreciated.
Yes, lovely, I thought it was really Santa! Well written, nice rhyme.
Thanks so much Katie for the read and comment it is always most appreciated.
Think I prefer the upper floor in a quiet Sydney suburb....
Thanks Dave appreciate it. He\'s not so bad Dave. Out here he\'s the only company I got. A regular shy fellow that is highly sensitive and takes offense at the slightest move. He\'s back out the door. He does like eggs so I\'m sure he\'ll be around for Easter.
A grand effort at convincing me, Soren......I remain......
We ha e them here they are small and big, I actually quite adore them. Myself, I don't like snakes though, your theatrical life with the wild is highly entertaining, your home must be something very special for all these visits š
Thank you Teddy for your review and kind words they make my day. Yes truth is stranger than fiction. Ya just can't make this stuff up.
Hahaha. I must say, well written, my friend. Your poem presents a whimsical encounter with a character who appears to blend elements of holiday tradition with fantastical imagery, suggesting themes of surprise, curiosity, and the interplay between the familiar and the strange.
It seems to revolve around a mysterious, scaly creature (reminiscent of a dragon or a fantastical figure) that enters the poet's home, introducing an element of the unexpected. The character's traits and actions evoke a sense of holiday cheer, possibly linking to the figure of Santa Claus (hence "Sandy claws"). This poem serves to entertain and evoke a sense of wonder, inviting readers to explore the boundaries between the familiar and the fantastical during a time often associated with magic and surprise.
Thank you Friendship for the review. Yes it is all of this and real too. One never knows who might come calling this time of year. You don't have to open the door for them to find their way in, chimney, window or back door they are there. I appreciate your interpretation that adds an additional element of mythical to the already mythical.
I can see the scene in my mind. Great work.
Thanks so much Thomas for your read and comment. Yes it was quite a scene
How did I miss this earlier? And, my dear friend, the title alone should have caught my eye and sent me in here searching for the Ol' Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King himself! This, no doubt, even more of a joy than finding him here! LOL! Well done, Soren. Loved every bit of this! š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
Thanks so much Tristan for the review the funniest things can stimulate a poem. Appreciate your kind words my friend
You are so welcome, my friend!
Good job it wasn't a Komodo Dragon.
Thought it St Nick also. Good Write.
Thank you very much Kevin for the review and kind words they mean a lot
Great fun write soren, he may be back next year. LOL
Andy
Thanks so much Andy I appreciate your review and kind words. Oh he was back today but was too busy to come in.
LOL I ENJOYED READING IT WELL WRITTEN
Thank you very much for the read and kind words it is most appreciated
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