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A Month After X-mas

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A month after X-mas, and gosh, am I sick
so stop with the poems about ol' saint Nick.

It's driving stark raving mad day to day
that ol' X-mas spirit just won't go away.

Please don't subject me to read anymore
or picture a gunshot, and me on the floor.

I've got an idea to help you keep silent
put your stocking in your mouth before I get violent.

It seems many others are feeling the same
with all of these people removing their names.

I suggest you find subjects more new and appealing
before the removal rate blows through the ceiling.

At last here's a plea to put X-mas away
in hopes that I won't get a headache today.