A Late Night X-Mas Poem by Jonathan Toubin
Posted in Uncategorized on December 12th, 2009 by admin‘Twas the late night before Christmas, When all through the shank
Nobody could score shit, not even some crank.
Darren let them in, but turned away a few punks,
Matt and Miles poured the booze ‘til someone blew chunks,
Glen spun some records and then broke up a fight,
And Mr Toubin shook the dance floor with all of his might.
But the crowd, wearing down, began to feel uninspired
They tried to so hard to turn on, but found out Lou had retired.
Sleepy and bored, everyone started to leave.
When Jordan said Lou, “Whatcha got up your sleeve?â€
Lou said “I got nothin’.†Matt said, “Let’s close down.â€
When a silhouette appeared as tall as it was round,
Stuck in the doorway, and working its way in.
With a beard and a belly and a bag and a grin,
He tore open his sack and he laughed from his gut,
It was a mountain of flake… and completely uncut!
So the party was saved and they danced until eight,
And when they kicked everyone out, Santa got irate.
He said, “I saved your party and now you make me go?â€
Afterhours without blow is like a Christmas without snowâ€
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And they all flew over Kellog’s with the speed of a missle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“I hope you had a ball and a hell of a night!â€




