It happens every Xmas
A serial killer returns
Hes known as the killer parsnip
Chopped or roasted or burnt
He hides within
Your Xmas dinner
Always ready to pounce
Hid behind a carrot or a sprout.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: December 25th, 2025 02:08
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun
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