shura74 Farcaster Collection

Twas the night before Dyslexmas, when all thro' the house,
Not a idiot was stirring, not even a mouse;
The buttpacks were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Dogemoto soon would be there;
The dumb fucks were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of goldplugs danc'd in their heads,
And Mama in her 'g string, and I in my gemcap,
Had just settled our brains for a long Q5 nap-
When out on a chain there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what wus the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up my ass.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering cheeks should appear,
But a giant gay, and eight tiny butt-deer,
With a furry dog driver, so retard and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be beroshi driving his dick
More rapid than IQ his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
Now! bdoge, now! plug, now! henlo and butt!
On! teddy, on! Bulla , on! Boyz and left nut!
"To the top of the chart! to the top of sell wall!
Now dash away! dash away! retards and all!"
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a IQ surely too high;
So up to the house-top the beras they flew,
With the sleigh full of buttplugs- and St. Beroshi too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each buttdeers ga doosh.
As I drew in my head, an was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Beroshi came wit a bound:
He was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his butt,
And his clothes were all tarnish'd from asses and plugsluts;
A bundle of buttboosters was flung on his back,
And he look'd like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how hairy,
His buttcheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His drooling little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as yellow as snow;
The stump of a bong he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of my self;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill'd all the buttstockings; then turn'd with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chart he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his buttdeer gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Dyslexmas to all, and all memecoins take flight!