Rosy red cheeks
standing there smitten
with his christmas wishes
of a new kitten
though his parents insist
he's not gonna get it
his fingers stay betwixt
'til the night of St. Nick
where he'd wait til morn
to crawl from his dorm
and pray to the Lord
there was a little kitty in store
there by the tree
was a box for He
persian or siamese
please let it be
as his hands shake
he opens the case
tears streaming down his face
there in his kitchen
he's standing there smitten
what a tragic christmas
with no kitten
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
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