Rum Dumb
RUM DUMB
Your presents will be late this year
But be patient be of good cheer
Old Santa Claus has been delayed
He’s only human I’m afraid
Your presents kids will come o.k?
They’re loaded on his big red sleigh
A victim of a lady’s wiles
He gave in to her fatal smile
But please kids don’t tell Mrs. Claus
This is the reason - it’s because
When down her chimney old Nick come
She bated him with strong hot rum
Drunk on his butt the ancient elf
You see he just was not himself
He didn’t bed the evil minx
But only needed forty winiks
So pillow-down your curly heads
When rooster crows go back to bed
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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