Santa’s youngest daughter Mary
Was promiscuous and
out of control
So, he sent her to a
girl’s boarding school
To keep her off the
North Pole
Santa’s youngest daughter Mary
Was promiscuous and
out of control
So, he sent her to a
girl’s boarding school
To keep her off the
North Pole
The daughter of one of Santa’s Elves
Was out of control and
a bit of a prancer
So, he sent her to
college in Lapland
To stop her from being
a pole dancer
But she soon dropped
out of college
And now she’s a popular lap dancer
There is a popular myth about Rudolph
And his quite
legendary shiny nose
But believe me if you
ever saw him
You would know that’s
not what glows
He came home on Christmas Eve
On his long-awaited
Christmas leave
The soldier returned
from the war
To find his beloved
waiting at the door
It took seconds for
passions to ignite
Which made it a
Not-so-Silent Night
Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a piece of beef.
I should mention in
the interest
Of political
correctness
That not all Welshmen
Are called taffy
And not all Welshmen
Are thieves or indeed
Have a liking for
someone else’s beef.
But this particular
Welshman
In the 18th Century
Nursery Rhyme
Was indeed called
taffy
And he was a thieving
bastard
“Taffy was a Welshman
was an actual nursery rhyme
Popularised in the 18th
Century, so don’t blame me”
Foghorn Leghorn didn’t like to go out
It made his heartbeat
quicken
So, he wouldn’t even
cross the road
Because he was a chicken
When you’re only browsing
In a department store
Five different salespeople
Sometimes even more
Pestering and prying
and
Asking if they can
assist you
But when you need a one
There’s never one in
view