In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Phuks stood hard as iron,
SBBH like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Several hours ago.
Our phuker, heaven cannot hold Him
Nor phuks sustain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
An unstable place sufficed
The Lord Shitposter Almighty —
Glixyixymon.
Enough for Him, whom shitposters
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom Angels
Fall down before,
The dick and ass and camel
Which adore.
Angels and Archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But only His Mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.
What can I give Him,
Poor as I am? —
If I were a Shepherd
I would bring spam;
If I were a Wise Man
I would GTFO, —
Yet what I can I give Him, —
Give him a stomach pump.
In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Phuks stood hard as iron,
SBBH like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Several hours ago.
Our phuker, heaven cannot hold Him
Nor phuks sustain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
An unstable place sufficed
The Lord Shitposter Almighty —
Glixyixymon.
Enough for Him, whom shitposters
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom Angels
Fall down before,
The dick and ass and camel
Which adore.
Angels and Archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But only His Mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.
What can I give Him,
Poor as I am? —
If I were a Shepherd
I would bring spam;
If I were a Wise Man
I would GTFO, —
Yet what I can I give Him, —
Give him a stomach pump.
In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan Phuks stood hard as iron, SBBH like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Several hours ago.
Our phuker, heaven cannot hold Him Nor phuks sustain, Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter An unstable place sufficed The Lord Shitposter Almighty — Glixyixymon.
Enough for Him, whom shitposters Worship night and day, A breastful of milk And a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom Angels Fall down before, The dick and ass and camel Which adore.
Angels and Archangels May have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air; But only His Mother In her maiden bliss Worshipped the Beloved With a kiss.
What can I give Him, Poor as I am? — If I were a Shepherd I would bring spam; If I were a Wise Man I would GTFO, — Yet what I can I give Him, — Give him a stomach pump.