The Carolers

by Richard Cairo

TWAS the night before Ixmas and thru the big home
the sound of mutant flippers chilled to the bone.
Vernon Fabula, the head of Fabula Furs,
never suspected the night would be full of horreurs.
Twelve baby-seal things, their heads all awry,
their eyes full of loathing, twinkling and spry,
crept upstairs to the guests all asleep in their beds
and came down with crowbars and cloobs on guest heads.
As Fabula watched, the twelve flipped into the night,
wearing humanskin coats and barking with delight.

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