Santa’s at the North Pole,
The sun runs west.
Devil’s down his south hole
With many honored guests.
But we’ve yet to find where
That bouncy bunny beast or
Its candied eggy lair are,
Because, of course, it’s always Easter.
Life, Magic, Mischief _______ with Kyle Mosher
1) New poem posted every Monday. 2) Send your illustrations of the poem to lifemagicmischief@gmail.com. 3) I put up some of your illustrations with the poem!
