was the eve before Christmas eve, all the rapscallions and thugs were snug in their bed's, 1911's and Tommy Guns at the head of the bed.
when out in the street they heard such a roar, was a horny woman often called a "Whore".
she shouted and shouted and all woke up, they peered out the windows to see to this "whore".
their faces reflecting on the windows next door, all to the eyes of this unpleasant "whore".
but what did their wandering eyes take in?
was missus Claus sipping on gin, with a swig from the flask she set about an odd task.
she ran and she ran and off she went, down the sidewalk she blitzed to look for a bin.
when up upon the bin did she find, she threw up her guts from out of her mind.
the roars could be heard from all those in view, this was nothing new to see the missus spew.
with pork and pasta and bread ejecting, everyone once was reflecting.
was this time last year did she spew, and everyone ended with some sort of view.
she wobbled and stumbled away from the bin, her neck all soaked with twice drank gin.
she ran and ran and ran some more, then she tripped and stripped as she hit the floor.
her jacket couldn't hack it and off it came, was like a adult version game.
knickers and braziers could be seen flying so, missus Claus was face down in snow.
a bum cam over to poke and prod to see if shed wake, she did not but her wallet he did take.
the bum stumbled off so proud of his take, he ran and he ran he had a nice plan.
he went to the pet store to buy a nice snake, he needed a pet, sure this was odd.
but missus Claus laying bare on the bank, he thought to himself "had she just come from the bank?".
s whence he departed his favorite store, a snake in hand he ran past the "Whore".
and off to his box did he run, and on his way home he passed up a nun.
the nun spoke but all he could do was run, she laughed and laughed at the bum and his snake.
he had just ran past the church and his meal did they make.
