Hangover the Morning After the Night Before
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Santa went out last night dressed as mutton.
Partied too much; was a real butt on.
Woke with aching hangover.
Mrs. Santa, boil-over,
Threaten to punch in his bellybutton.
You need to deliver the children's toys.
Or you'll ruin the joy for girls and boys.
Sleigh and reindeer are roundup,
Leave Before children wake-up.
Santa mumbled, stop making so much noise.
Feeling awful, asked, give me till sixer.
Mrs. Santa did mix an elixir.
Santa drank till he tossed up
His cookies and liquor sup.
Weak with sore belly, sobered up quicker.
12/7/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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