‘Twas the night before Xmas and nobody stirred
Not even a mouse
But the acoustics were bad
Inside the house.
All were in bed
But not the same one
If that’s what you’re into
It’s the bad list your on
Twas off to bed early
To dream of Liz Hurley
With tight closed eyes &
Hopes of Xmas surprise
With banana liqueur
And cakes by the door
He’s bound to leave more
That Saint Monkey Claws
Hung my draws on the walls
For gifts in the scores
” I filled the them all “, yours
Love, Saint Monkey Claws.
Yay! I hear his creep
Must fake my sleep
He’s eating the cake
Doesn’t think I’m awake
Now he’s guzzling the drink
… and coming closer, I think
Must keep my eyes shut
Aarrgh !
What’s he done to my butt?
He’s bitten my bum :O
I’m going to tell Mum
And without a howdy-do
Left me draws full of poo
Jeez, what a night
I look at the bite
That’s going to go funky
Darn Xmas monkey
Learn from my tale
Don’t court the fail
You’re going to lose
If you give monkeys booze.
Happy Hols Picklers & remember those mystery soft centres in those pooball … I mean snowball fights 😀
