I’m not a fussy eater and there isn’t
Much I
won’t eat out of choice
But I will
not eat an oyster because
It’s like
licking phlegm off a tortoise
I’m not a fussy eater and there isn’t
Much I
won’t eat out of choice
But I will
not eat an oyster because
It’s like
licking phlegm off a tortoise
Higgledy Piggledy
My pet hen
Has shat all
over
The carpet
again
Are you wearing Silver tinsel?
Tied amidst
your lustrous curls
It makes
you look so beautiful
And more
like an angel than a girl
Is Santa Claus really a woman?
Why has this
not come up before?
If it were
left to a man everything
Would come
from the corner store
Bad Santa is a bit of a perve
For the girls
with a bit of curve
He reads
the naughty and nice list
But prefers the "nice and naughty list”
Little parcels by the fireside
Little
parcels wrapped in pretty paper
Little
parcels by the fireside
Little labels
all the same
There's a round one and a square one
And a long one and a squishy one,
And they're all wrapped in pretty paper
Little labels all the same
And the
people in their houses
All sit
beside the Christmas tree
And one
un-wraps a pretty parcel
Then the
others do the same
So the
round one and the square one
And the long one and the squishy one,
That were all wrapped in pretty paper
Christmas presents is the name
After three weeks or so
Working in
the grotto
It begins
to take its toll
On the poor
old soul
Sitting on
his great chair
Pretending
to care
As all the girls
and boys
Plead for
various toys
Kids of
every shape and size
Looking for
a prize
Clambering
on his knee
Wriggling
with glee
Until the
poor old chap
Suffers
from Santa lap