Jolly Old St. Nicholas (Fractured Christmas Song) By Cynthia Jones, www.PoetryPoem.com/poetryandshortstories10 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
turn your head this way,
I wanna punch ya in the face
all because you're gay.
Now you big fat a**ed man,
what do you have to say?
Tell me, tell me if you can,
I wanna know today.
When the clock is striking twelve,
I'll be telling the elves,
they'll be thinking nasty thoughts
they will turn gay as well.
Down the chimney here you come
you don't make a peep,
Santa you really are,
a ruddy stinking creep.
All the stockings are hung along
the chimney with care,
you turn around to look at me
in your eyes you got a glare.
I don't want nothing from you
cause ya ruddy gay a** stinks,
I think you might be looking for a
friend or two oh gawd PU you ain't gettin a drink.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.2/2002
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