Stupid Poem

There was a little wanderer boy,

Who kept his face to Sun,

He got to lay his pockets full,

With all the nuts and bun,

His teeth had had a yellow hue,

So he kept his lips all mum,

He wandered to the river bay,

To look for treasure some,

And there he got a bird’s song,

Which he refused to hum,

He went with Jil,l right up the hill,

But didn’t come tumblin’ down,

He stuck to hill, at all his will,

And missed that rollin fun,

He picked up wood, all that he could,

To load his back with ton,

This all he did to hide his teeth

From all of forrest gump,

Then came the song, better not pout,

Santa Clause is comin to town,

(“Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh”)

To grant him wish, as Santa is,

From  sack, got out a pepsoden,

To give him back two front white teeth,

So easy, all hum, no mum and fun,

Santa said, "My Boy just let your burden go,

Clean your conscience, let dust be shun,

And sing the songs of mirth and joy,

For shine, use everyday a Pepsoden."