AN ODE TO ANKITA (SOMEHOW!!!)

As I stepped below (K)
I crashed on my pillow (A)
Somehow I hurt my toe (K)
And I instinctively cursed my foe (A)
The feeling of hatred grow (K)
But not towards Santa who says 'Ho Ho Ho' (A)
As the ice is melting, Santa will have to flow (K)
And spoil his shirt with a bow (A)
Due to inflation, Santa has to tell his staff members to go (K)
Due to which seeds of trouble will sow (A)
Imagine Santa in his swimming trunks because of the absence of snow (K)
He'll look as ugly as a crow (A)
You'll have to cover him with dough (K)
And as he wrestles out, his sleigh gets tow-ed (A)

Awwie! Poor Santa Claus.
All because of global warming.
Sad! Sad! Sad!