T'was the day after Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse
Some were hung over, their beds they stayed in
while others were dreading the long home again
Their moans from the turkey and ham over-eaten
mixed in with the farting and moans kept repeatin'
"get out of the john, it's my turn," screamed Aunt Polly
"I ain't gonna make it," chimed in little Johnny
Wrappers lay strewn all over the floor,
the hungry cat meowing at the back door
Moods not so cheery, glee gone like smoke,
only grandma smiled sweetly, (but it's frozen on)
So maybe next year we won't spend so much
Nor eat like a pig until over stuffed
Be happy to see whom we missed the year long
but for now we are happy that Christmas is gone.
copyright @ 2010 HomerBB
Not a creature was stirring, Not even a mouse
Some were hung over, their beds they stayed in
while others were dreading the long home again
Their moans from the turkey and ham over-eaten
mixed in with the farting and moans kept repeatin'
"get out of the john, it's my turn," screamed Aunt Polly
"I ain't gonna make it," chimed in little Johnny
Wrappers lay strewn all over the floor,
the hungry cat meowing at the back door
Moods not so cheery, glee gone like smoke,
only grandma smiled sweetly, (but it's frozen on)
So maybe next year we won't spend so much
Nor eat like a pig until over stuffed
Be happy to see whom we missed the year long
but for now we are happy that Christmas is gone.
copyright @ 2010 HomerBB