Thank-you Santa for your words,
You hit the nail on the head,
When it comes to all things good,
I'd rather see you instead,
Of that flippered, freakish turtle,
And his need to share,
He makes me sick the way he makes,
All those he visits care.
After much legal advice,
Ymir has been unnerved,
I had a court restrain him now,
The process has been served.
He is not now free to comment,
On the holiday subject,
Anything coming from the Poetry Bastards,
We can out of hand reject.
So, Santa we have one,
A splendid victory,
So can I come over to you,
And sit upon your knee?                                                    

The Easter Ymir Bunny