Very Bad Santa Crawl
Day-193 “Very Bad Santa Crawl”
Once upon a time
I wandered upon this scene
Was quite a jolly bunch
Down in New Orleans
Down on Bourbon Street
Where bad boys and girls come to play
Some say it‘s for charity
Some say it’s for fun
I say it looks like they all
Just wanta get drunk
What would Santa think
If he really knew
What was in that brew?
Whoa there Rudolph!
Looks like fun’s about to take place
The children will have to wait
Cause I’m gonna be late
Octane for two Please
Poor o’l Rudolph
Needs a little more juice
He’s up on the roof top
Stealing a feel and
Stomping his feet
Out of the Bijous
They stumbled
An army of Santa’s
All dressed in red
Drums and trumpets
Tambourines and cowbells
Crashing the scene
Without a theme
If you know what I mean
Poor o’l Santa
His hair all a mess
Lipstick on his beard
His cap borrowed for a kiss
Fell flat on his face
Up on the roof top
Rudolph was all a miss
His nose all shiny
His antlers aflame
Cried out to the crowd
Bring o’l Santa back
We have places to be
With a jug in his hand
And a silly grin
O’l Santa crawled back
To his sleigh and with a grand
“Hi Ho”
Off the roof top they flew
Now all you mothers and fathers out there
Never tell this story to your little ones
For they will wonder where you’ve been
When you come home stinking of gin
Before Christmas Eve ends.
For there ain’t no place like
Bourbon Street when
Santa comes to town
Yaw Hoo! Bring on the cheer
Lon 12/23/2020 #195
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