He drank a whole bottle of port That his uncle, Sir Nigel, had bought
Then he fell on his face--
alas, down a staircase--
alack! What hath Uncle N wrought?
I wonder if Santa will bring
humungous amounts of bright bling?
I prefer cold hard cash
in a huge great big stash
It excites me so much I go "Schwing!"
So I hope it's the cash that he drops
(this is a multi-stanza limerick. Ha! Changing the rules, kiddos.)
I wonder if Santa will bring
humungous amounts of bright bling?
I prefer cold hard cash
in a huge great big stash
It excites me so much I go "Schwing!"
So I hope it's the cash that he drops
‘cos I owe this gorilla called Pops
I wonder if Santa will bring humungous amounts of bright bling? I prefer cold hard cash in a huge great big stash It excites me so much I go "Schwing!"
So I hope it's the cash that he drops ‘cos I owe this gorilla called Pops
and I'm horribly skint
So I hope it's the cash that he drops ‘cos I owe this gorilla called Pops
and I'm horribly skint
and his evil eyes glint
and he's likely to just call the cops.
The reindeer are eager and frisky
Cuz the melting North Pole is so risky!
But Santa's fine sleigh
isn’t running today
On account of the deer drinking whiskey!
They say Jesus was born in a barn
Though that may be just one great big yarn.
They say that three kings Brought him very nice things,
And there's lots more a kiddie should l'arn.
I wish I could play in the snow,
and up to Vermont I could go.
But I'm stuck in the south
a fish hook in my mouth
I'm a sucker for bait, don't you know.
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