Jack and Clare (Part 1)

Twas the night before Christmas And Jack wasn't there He was out with a blonde With long flowing hair His wife Clare arranged for six neighbours to dine But Jack and his gal were sipping red wine Wifey had visions of Jack falling lame Never suspecting he was out with some dame The snow kept a falling As time tick tocked on As Clare sat a fretting That something was wrong Jack and his mistress A dim witted floozie Were snuggled together In the motel Jacuzzi At a quarter to nine The front doorbell rung But Jack's angry wife Had gone for her gun She ran past her friends Out of the door Screaming and yelling I'll shoot the darn whore!