Fat Man And His Sack
Ho Ho The fat man says with his sack His sack full of crap Climbs down the chimney Getting stuck now and then At times his ass gets burned Due to fire places being set He sneaks around your house Breaking everything in sight With a ho ho he goes To raid your fridge He pisses in your toilet With a laughter he leaves the seat up Don’t ask him to flush He won’t do it anyways Laughing at your milk and cookies Saying to himself I want steak and eggs With his sack he picks expensive stuff up By the tree he looks with his cheesy ass grin Woops sorry kids I am broke as your parents So, in his pocket as he goes trying not to play pocket pool Taking out pre made IOUs One for Timmy and one for Jimmy None for the parents This fat ass hates them anyway With a scratch of his sack (not the one with stuff) He urinates on the fireplace one last time With a big fart and a grunt He goes up the tight chimney His sleigh run down just like a Yugo Cussing to himself once more One thousand more houses I must go Merry Christmas you cheap fool Chris Lynch aka Sir Poet aka DJ Joker 12-4-15 10:52 am |
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