If I Grew A Beard Of White
If I grew a beard of white
On the off chance that I might
Have a chance to advance my cause
By appearing to you as Santa Claus
And I would have you tell to me
As you sat upon my knee
What it is that you most desire
And to what hopes you most aspire
And if those secrets you told to me
You might find them beneath your tree
Pognophobics Beware
Grow a big bushy beard and anyone might belive that you're Santa Claus.
Style
Rhyming poem
Length
10 lines
Key Stage
KS1, KS2
Author
Paul Curtis
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