‘I’m dreaming of a hash Christmas,’
Says Tricrapylete voice pitched low.
Where the sidewalks glisten
And two virgins listen
To Wee Wee hold circle next to Cole.
‘I’m dreaming of a hash Christmas’
Cries Millimeter Peter as he hares.
With two drink checks nearing
The rain is clearing,
And Hand Pump is dashing up the stairs.
‘I’m dreaming of a hash Christmas,’
Pepe toasts to Mary Tyler Whore,
With a cozy barroom,
John Handcock will assume
That Gobble My Ass’ll have one more.
‘I’m dreaming of a hash Christmas,’
Do Her Well beckons for some cash,
With Shits Fucks Leaves in town
And The Sadiator ready to get down,
Worst Bottom Ever takes off in a dash.
‘I’m dreaming of a hash Christmas,’
Just Doesn’t Get It gives a cheer,
‘May you find your friends gathered near,
And may all your Christmases have beer.’