More poems by Crafty Old Crone

The Night Before Christmas - Revamped

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all round the house
Nothing was stirring
Not even a mouse

So the chipmunks broke in
With a squeak and a grin
And munched all the sweets
From a big ‘Roses’ tin

Then with little stuffed tummies
They staggered around
Destroying the presents
All over the ground

They found the drinks cupboard
And gaily tucked in
Then full of high spirits
The rooms starts to spin

One after the other
The chipmunks threw up
Then fell off to sleep
With a moan and hiccup!

They woke from their slumber
Each with throbbing head
And looked at the mess
They’d created, with dread

In hung over panic
They all had a squit
And covered their tracks
With a mountain of shit

Then burping and farting
They rushed out the door
And those naughty young chipmunks
Weren’t seen anymore.