@The Anointed,
There's a Christmas tree near Santa
With candles burning bright
And when Mary farted on his lap
The whole tree caught alight.
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Mary had a little lamb
She kept it in a bucket
And every time she let it out
The rooster used to chase it.
You all can see I'm not a poet
And I guess you all have thought it
Cos the only way that poem could rhyme
Is if the rooster caught it.
