Twas the night before I IMPREGNATED YOUR MOM, and all through the BUTT,
Not a POOP was BARFING, not even a SCROTUM.
The ETHNIC MINORITIES were hung by the TREE with care,
In hopes that RETARDS soon would be there;
The children were BEATING OFF all snug in their beds,
While visions of YOUR MOM danced in their heads.
When, what to my wondering ANUS should appear,
But a miniature COCK, and eight tiny BALLS.
“Now, BUTT! now, BUTTMUNCH! now, MORON and BUTTCHEESE!
On, POOP! on POOPER! on, DANDER and FECES!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to TAKING A DUMP IN THE MIDDLE OF MY LIVING ROOM,
And laying a finger INSIDE his nose,
And giving a BLOWJOB, up the TOILET he rose;
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“GO SUCK A DICK, and to all a good-night.”