In the quietness of a frosty night,
A puny thought opened his eyes.
He looked towards his left and then to his right
Slid the covers and revealed his disguise.
One foot down and a gesture of caution
Another foot down in the same old fashion
Slyly he sneaked out of his house
Into the night, leaving behind his spouse.
The streets were quiet, the night was dark.
Crickets kept insisting but winsome didn’t bark.
This put off the fireflies and they didn’t shine
The town was asleep when the clock struck nine.
In a chocolaty house of the silent town
Resided a hefty little plumber.
He sang a song and became a clown
Until his child began to slumber.
The red-haired wretch then began his mission
And knocked fiercely on the door of Mr. Kishan
Terrified, the baby began to wail.
Winsome began to bark, wagging his tail.
Into the street, stormed the fuming plumber
And many came out of their peaceful slumber
The crickets were stupefied and ceased to creak
The town was brimming with a mischievous reek.
One by one, the lights were lit
Noises began to grow, bit by bit.
Fireflies were happy and gleamed again
Each left his abode in utter disdain.
The cheeky imp, content, made for his house
Slyly he entered & lay next to his spouse
He let out a wicked laugh and slowly dossed down
Whilst each lay wide awake in his night gown.
P.S. The red-haired imp is a disturbing thought that keeps you awake all night and lets you do nothing but think about it all the time.