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Sod Santa!
'He's chubby and wise
And how his eyes glisten'
But… Sod Santa, I say
Not that anyone listens
And how his eyes glisten'
But… Sod Santa, I say
Not that anyone listens
His damn sleigh is a nuisance
With high whistles and bells,
The lights and the fog horn
And wet reindeer smells
The noise, the commotion
The hurry, the fuss
The shouting and cursing
As he flies dawn to dusk
With high whistles and bells,
The lights and the fog horn
And wet reindeer smells
The noise, the commotion
The hurry, the fuss
The shouting and cursing
As he flies dawn to dusk
And I don't need the sound
of the hooves on my roof
Nor the turds t...
of the hooves on my roof
Nor the turds t...
Monday 14th December 2015 1:57 pm
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