In response to the WL Christmas Song Challenge
Hark! How I yell
Oh how I yell
All I
can say
Is "I should not pay.
Christmas is here
You're hurting my
rear.
Please do not scold.
I can't be consoled."
"This is so
wrong"
That is my song
With tearful ring
I am bawling
And then of
course
My words of remorse
From ev'rywhere
Filling the air
Oh how he
pounds,
On my two mounds
O'er Crest and curve
His hand does not
swerve.
Sharply it stings
And my hand flings.
Oh my sore rear
I'm
starting to tear.
Owie! Owie! Owie! I'm so sorry!
Owie! Owie!! Owie! I'm
so sorry!
On, on he goes
Up on my toes
Will he relent?
I am so
spent
"Ouch!"
Swat
"Ouch!"
Swat
"Owwwwww"
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