After the other night in BDU’s
no one got hurt, not Saint Nick
or the nine you know who’s
The sled’s runner was all bent.
So back to the North Pole
Saint Nick had it straight sent.
It seems all the blood that flew
was some farmer’s dinner
yes… some duck he named Sue.
Saint Nick was really pissed mate
He put my kids on probation
till the youngest turned fifty eight.
I told Old Nick, listen here Bud
the next thing I know I was,
hitting the ground with a thud.
Santa shook his fist with a grudge
I smiled getting up from the ground
and said… boys get out that scud.
Copyright ©2004 Ellis William Moore