Christmas in sixteen eighty-seven Was a time for sexual leaven; Drinking and making merry While exchanging their sinful berries; Eating and drinking door to door For the sake of being a whore, For all involved in this fun Were waiting the arrival of the sun; Twas, the nights of lights Of pure sexual delights With no admissions of sin, For all, partook with a sexual grin. Genders disguised as one another To have their way with each other; Man or woman, it didn’t matter For the carnival was their platter. And while their acts continued on They all sung the caroling songs, With booze and sex running the streets, A wonderful night of sinful treats. Merry Christmas to all, And to all a good night.
An American ally; A leader of war crimes Liquidating those taken To his prison unshaken; Forty-five hundred shaken, Butchered naked