Deck the Halls
Whacked the guy that stole my money
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
"Jail's the place for you now, sonny,"
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
"Grant you pardon? Kill that notion!"
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Toss the key now to the ocean
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!
Good King Wencelas
Christmas Day has come around
Let's play Dirty Santa
Where your goodwill won't rebound
We'll just go bananas
Be as cheap as we can be
Spend no more than fiver
And I think we all agree
Everyone's a miser
We Wish You A Merry Christmas
A bad girl I've been
Forgive me my sin
Please don't give me charcoal
For the gift swap this year
"Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer"
Momma got run over by Santa,
last night walking to see Nana.
Please say this is not so,
it happened in the snow.
The attack had Santa boot prints,
no incriminating fingerprints.
What do we do with Momma's gifts,
trade them in for our new face lifts.
The table has been all set,
hot food for us and the house pet.
The candles match her hair of red,
so sad she is now dead.
They should never have given a license to Santa,
a big guy in red suit eating a banana.
Do you believe in Santa,
for us Now ~~ We BELIEVE....
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"Baby It's Cold Outside"
Baby It's Cold Outside.
What a white snowy night,
no stopping in sight.
Don't be so up tight,
I will pour you another drink just right.
But Baby It's Cold Outside.
I just cannot stay,
what will my parents say.
I must be on my way,
no more time to play.
Baby It's Cold Outside.
I must say no no no,
I really need to go.
Before it gets deeper with snow,
or my car may need a tow.
Baby It's Cold Outside.
From your parapet of pity you prophesize and proclaim,
That the widows of the tailors dug two shallow graves.
To mould the unmoulded into suits a crane,
who makes such dreams built of rain, served on a the back of your undiscovered pain?
A topographic phrenology that undulates the benign.. a course of repression not duly prescribe. While consciousness draws closer ticking over time,
we hear of other mumblers, shuffling for their dime.
Their mumbling over and over what's your sure once was mine.
Their mumbling over and over what's yours now must be mine.
So once again willing to put in the time.
Castaway your wings sink to the sublime.
Indulge in divulgence, balance the the unclean, tightropes are not mere nooses for a canvass set unseen.
Oh do those with their poetry beguile others thunder
Mock gracious words with a false-hearted pen,
Yes the vampires of our poetic stage some would call a blunder
When to suck the blood from far more noble; wiser (Wo) men!
© Harry J Horsman 2016
To affirm a show has made it,
More than ticket sales, the proof
Can be found if it is parodied
And pops up in a spoof.
For it’s fun to poke some fun at
Those performances so big
All the audience will recognize
The actor and the gig.
It’s the price of fame and fortune,
For success bestows the right
To exaggerate one’s attributes
And take a mocking bite.
While the viewers grin, the targets
Of the spoof have the last laugh,
For the public still will clamber
To receive their autograph.
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