Lines recalled from my dissolute youth:
The Last Noel
Gladly the Cross-Eyed Bear
Sees his last double-star
While Good King Wenchless sails away
In search of Orient-R.
The fairy-gentlemen
Are rested and are well
And walk in women's underwear
Ringing a jungle bell.
Poor Rudolph won't find Gram,
Runned-over just last year,
And Mark, the herald, looks around
And spies the Midnight Queer.
Old "Silent" Knight, for once,
Has found his voice. Says he:
"That round young Virgin cannot reach
The pot roast in the tree!"
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