Christmas Carol
Christmas Carol's
On the streets again
Turning tricks
While the clock ticks
Towards the saviour's day
No seat by the fire,
No pies and mulled wine
She pulls up her knickers
And steps back in line
A fat man arrives
To empty his sacks
But this sadistic 60-year-old
Is no Santa Claus
He's Old Nick instead
And Carol gets
One hell of a beating
As her festive gift
Copyright © Kevin Mcallion | Year Posted 2009
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