‘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.’