The Krampus


The good children rest,

All snuggled in bed

While the bad ones are

Beaten by Krampus instead.


He stalks the long night

With his chains all a-rattle

Shepherding sinners

Like blubbery cattle


He birches the naughty,

But spares the good

On his yearly travel

Through your neighborhood


When Saint Nicholas knocks,

The good children will sing,

He’ll smile and nod

And give them some thing


But if they are bad.

The Krampus arrives,

And it is into his sack

For the rest of their lives.


So beware of the Krampus!

Don’t do bad things.

Take it from me:

His hazel rod stings.

About harrylthompsonjr

I'm a writer, a photographer, and a lover of role playing games. I've moved my blog to wordpress in hopes of actually getting some feedback. We'll see :)
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