Ah Nuts-Cracker

I lost the sticks To play my drum Missing a fist So, yes a thumb Still have a head Though am real flawed With a bent lever That moved my jaw Missing those things Is a pet peeve Since was stepped on Last Christmas Eve My friends have faults Like missing poles That used to fit Their hands with holes Some lost a shoe And therefore feet But stand there tall To meet and greet The team player In red gym shorts Though with no ball Still’s a good sport The fireman’s hose Is short a spout But he’s ok And doesn’t pout A nutcracker’s job Is standing tall Even when broke From alcohol Which all began Last Christmas Eve When drinks were poured By Grace and Steve And someone said Let’s break some nuts Which was the launch For those wingnuts Coz Leo barked Hey look up there High on the shelf I’ll grab a chair Grace yelled get down They’re for display They don’t crack nuts Steve joined the fray Nutcrackers fell Into a clump Followed by two Half tipsy chumps Steve landed on His coconut Yet Leo got His broken nuts