#Was gonna use this for a comic/art but I've grown attached to the text format it's in

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❄️The Story of How They Put The Scarecrow Away (A Christmas Poem)❄️

It was some time around Christmas, a mall Santa one day Pulled out a mask and wore a wig of old hay "I am terror!" he yelled, smoke thrown at a crowd "And Christmas stops here! The cheering is far too loud... It scares my crows!" (If his word was true none of us knows) And the shoppers quaked! Into panic they cowed But it wasn't enough, so to Gotham he goes

Let it be known that one's dismay is another's delight And this one decided to scare others tonight A fearsome Santa spreading screams Visions of nightmares and broken dreams Scarecrow of burlap and bells, red, brown and bright white

Stocking fillers of toxin, chimneys crawled down Mince pies eaten and fears to drown Wits scared out of families and the little dog too The only way to stop him: knock him black and blue

"...Dressed as a bat!"

The last words before a kick launches his hat And him too no less (Who the foot belonged to is anyone's guess) Slumped in a daze, with the burlap we mistook What was once frightful now another cowering crook He hid his fear of bats, perhaps the whole phylum! And with dreaded words he ran out of luck: "I'm taking you back to the Asylum"

Sewn rags and straw, terror sown the same way, This is the story of how they put The Scarecrow away!