Christmas Unnerving

This Holiday poem is by my Dad, Alan B. Combs.

Texas centipede? An ugly beast!
One of those critters I like the least.
Sat on my shirt right on the sleeve,
Then on the mantle last Christmas Eve,
In the night I heard a noise —
Sounds like someone lost his poise.
Very clearly, I could see
Centipede on the Christmas Tree.

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