Twas the Duel Before ChristmasTwas the Duel Before ChristmasTwas the night before ChristmasAnd all through the townThe children all waitedFor Santa to come downBut ole Chris CringleOle Jolly himselfWas throwing a tantrumWith his disgruntled self.Up on my rooftopIs where this fit wasJust happened to be thereAnd mad he sure was“I’M TIRED OF CHRISTMASTHE WHOLE DANG SEASON”the Jolly old fellow did yell without reason.“Why?” I askedas I clung from a ladder“Whatever is wrong,Please, what’s the matter?”“I’ll tell you whats wrongI’ll say what’s the matter,That little brat dow
Twas the Duel on St. PatrickTwas the Duel on St. Patrick'sTwas the weekend of St. Patrick’sAnd all through the townAll the men and the womenWere gettin to’ downAll were enjoyingTheir lagers and wineAll, that is, save threeMe, myself, and II was too busyWondering how things had occured And thinking last ChristmasWas truly absurd.I figured it was somethingMaybe something I ateTo make me see the thingsThat I know truly ain’t.So there I was playingJust minding my ownWhen suddenly I heardA knock and a groan.“Please Hurry” a voice said“AND OPEN THE DOOR!”I did as instructedAnd nearly was floore
Twas the Duel Before EasterTwas the Duel Before EasterTwas the Sunday of EasterAnd all through the cityAll the girls and the boysWere dressed up all pretty.All dapper and handsomeAll pampered and pressedI too was pimped outIn the clothes which I dressedShiney shoes, shiney buttonsShiney cufflinks and moreI was blinging all overFrom head to the floor.When all of a sudden I heard a loud thumpIt was outside the doorIt made my heart jumpA tapping came afterA knocking most persistantI hurried to the doorI couldn’t resist it.When just as I thoughtAnd this may sound funnyBut there in my door Stood the Easter Bunny“Go
Twas the Duel on the FourthTwas the Duel on the FourthTwas the duel on the fourthand all through the burbswhistles and snaps and popscould be heard.The night air was warmand smelled of gun powderThe smoke billowed upIt grew by the hourI stood there that dayall decked out with ammoFire crackers galoreAnd painted in camo.My friends all hidand ran for the doorno one wanted to fightin my firecracker warSo I stood there alonein my GI Joe lookWhen I heard a loud BOOM!So loud the ground shook.I turned real fastto the sound’s sourceAnd came face to faceWith Uncle Sam of course.Fireworks eruptedfrom behind the old goatW
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