Moose Gillies had a happy New Year,
He had consumed his own bathtub, brewed beer,
But, he brewed it with haste,
So, it had a strange taste,
Shampoo was what it tasted most near.
In my garden there was a pile of scat,
I first thought is was the work of my cat,
Then, standing there was a yeti,
Which made the pile seem petty,
The yeti smiled and gave my bald head a pat.
George celebrated the New Year,
By drinking way, way too much beer,
He got so sick that he thought he'd die,
Meanwhile the months days would fly by,
He's not sober and February is near.
There was a pipe smoking gnome,
He carelessly burned down my home,
They say "live and let live,"
But, I can't forgive,
I'd like to bop him right on his dome.