Since you guys didn't like the Kurtis Blow lyrics and my new post can't be seen due to low rating, I'm posting here as a continuation...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Not even a blouse, that momma would wear;
showing nipples and pimples, and a little pubic hair.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Arriving in crushed velvet, with Tims on his feet,
carrying a satchel of presents and holiday treats.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
Mamma was breakin' me off with the goods,
While cousins were sleep on couches, We So Hood.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. Sirens and horns, started to blare,
and momma was startled while fixing her hair;
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
Out on my lawn, taking poops like humans,
wrecking navity scenes, disconnecting lights, I'm assuming;
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
(a chick I had dated, her favorite place was the kitchen,)
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
(she like it real rough, with ham and all the fixin')
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, whyd u bother reposting this... the other one was already flooded with ridiculously long posts.... Boy did you type a lot. I actually read about a third of it...maybe less. But I scimmed it and I assume that it was filthy. If you were gonna make a spoof on the poem, you could've atleast used less lines from the original. Its like the same poem but with "nipples" and "We So Hood" added to it.
If there was a question that I scimmed over, my answer is: You are a loser. |
