A Poem for a MagicDuel Christmas

The dog raced on
Through hill and through dale
The astrologer stopped
He had lost the trail

Perro continued
But dropped both the shoes
At the feet of Windspirit
Purveyor of booze

Windy is full
Of Christmas cheer
Vodka, Gin
And of course her beer

The bar was filled
With drunken louts
Firsanthalas
Was the first thrown out

The drunk is unconscious
And out on his ass
But he is awakened
By the smell of the grass