Yeppers kids! It's almost Mikesmas! And you know what that means!!!!!!!! LOL And now, a lil something to help you get in the Mikesmas spirit! 'Twas the night before Mikesmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even the cats; The beercans were flung on the floor without care, In hopes that a french maid soon would be there; The cats were nestled all snug in the couch, While each had visions of fricassied mouse; some bimbo in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, were each taking turns giving each other the clap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen rain Gave the lustre of Yuengling to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a 94 Olds, and eight tiny cold beers, With a little old driver, cute as a tyke, I knew in a moment it must be Memphis Mike...
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