BLOODY POOR AT CHRISTMAS

                                 KARL WALLACE

                   BLOODY POOR AT CHRISTMAS


At Christmas time, when we were kids we were bloody poor,

 And Santa weren't too generous, when he knocked upon our door,

But we made do by saving up, yes every little bit

“We may be poor" said dear old dad, "But i don’t give a shit!"

Our X-mas tree stood tall and proud as rigid as a totem pole,

With X-mas baubles hangin’ there, like testis in a scrotum!

Everyone loved xmas dinner, no if's, and's or but's,

And all us kids would piss ourselves when grandpa dropped his guts.

We’d leave a six pack for Santa and he always drank it quick,

Then I found out it was just my dad, the alcoholic prick!

But, all in all, we had fun, and lots of cheer,

Now I can't wait till I've got kids

So I'll get lots of beer! –