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THE RINGER
I looked out of my
window
And much to my
surprise,
There stood a reindeer
Who made his own
disquise.
He is called The
Ringer
In his special herd,
He swings a round
wreath
Making him a Nerd!
All the other reindeer
Stood around in
dismay,
Watching as he twirled
His wreath on display.
The Ringer is perfect
-
He really should be
called,
Other deer watched his
act
And pranced away
appalled!
He was hoping for
attention
For Santa to take a
look,
He wanted to be
written
In Santa's delivery
book.
So if you see a
reindeer
He would be a
humdinger,
Appropiately named as:
THE
RINGER
+ + + + By: Johanna
© 11-23-2005
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