The Night Before The Night Before Christmas

A Poem

Twas the night before the night before Christmas

And as I lay in my bed

My sinuses have a Vice grip

Pulled tight round my head

With the covers pulled up

To my chin while I shiver

My whole body aches

Even my kidneys and liver

A balmy cold sweat

Across my body does trickle

I may need electrolytes

Or the juice from a pickle

But I don’t want to move

For I have not the strength

just turned off The Irishman

Cause I don’t like the length

Although I love some Scorsese

When I’m sick and in bed

That sumbitch is too long

I’ll watch Departed instead

The narration begins

While I’m coughing up phlegm

Jack Nicholsons so great

I’d really like to meet him

Well my pills just kicked in

Like I hoped that they would

So Merry Christmas Eve Eve to all

I hope at least YALLS has been good!

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