bring dire consequences |
I saw Bubba scoopin' pork and beans from our Christmas smorgasbord into bowl so cheery red, while I was sneakin' Pap's eggnog into my sippy cup last night. Mama didn't see him goin' back to refill again and again. Brown sugar and molasses glaze was just too hard to resist. I saw Bubba wolfin' down pork and beans from bowl so cheery red at our Christmas smorgasbord, while I was guzzlin' eggnog from my sippy cup last night. Before long, pungent vapors exposed his little caper, as he filled the room with plumes of fumes that had everyone gasping for air, like mustard gas left over from the battlefields of World War I. I heard Bubba passin' gas, as he pranced around the smorgasbord playin' aromatic rhapsody on his intestinal trombone, while I sought more of Pap's eggnog for my sippy cup last night. Somebody called the terror squad, who ordered us to evacuate the premises so they could eradicate his nemesis. And that, my friends, is why we cancelled Christmas celebration at our house this year. Author's note: 32 lines of parody on this old favorite: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UI8spatbGEo |