Tuchuk Gormas
T’was the night before Gormas and all through the Camp,
Not a critter was stirring cept Buddha with gas.
The stockings were hung by the braziers with care,
The Women’s conspicuously filled with loose hair.
The Children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of impalements danced in their heads.
Izee and Sid and NS in their bed,
Merci and Arlon slept like the dead.
When up on the dome there arose such a clatter,
prism sprang from the furs to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway flame flew like a flash,
With all the kajira hauling their ass.
The moons on the mountains of siren’s breasts,
Put all the Men’s dicks to the ultimate test.
When what to all’s wondering eyes did appear,
But a huge giant Torvie and eight tiny verr.
With an old Torvie so bold and so thick,
They new in a moment it was RAGNAR Claus.
More rapid than honey his coursers they came,
RAGNAR whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
“Now Masher! Now Smasher! Now Faggot and Barf!
On Vomit! On Stupid! On Blunder and Blitzed!
To the top of the wagon! To the top of the coup!
Now bash away! Smash away! Crash away all!”
“MERRY GORMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!”