‘Twas The Night Before Christmas by Larry Dickem

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring;
Not even a mouse.

Mom was at the whorehouse,
And dad was smoking grass;
I just settled down with a nice piece of arse.

Then out on the lawn, I heard such a clatter.
I sprang from my piece to see what was the matter.
Out on the lawn, I saw a big dick,
And I knew at once it must be St. Nick!

He came down out chimney like a bat out of hell,
And I knew at that moment that the fricker had fell.
He filled our stockings with pretzels and beer,
And a big rubber dick for my brother the queer.

He flew up the chimney with a tremendous fart,
And the son of a bitch blew the thing apart.
He cursed and he swore as he climbed into his sled:
"Merry Christmas to all, and have a helluva night!"

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Even truncated your rhyme and meter are shite.

How hard is it to do this proper?

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There are apparently very, very few people who understand meter as the driving force in well-written verse. The large majority of would-be wordsmiths seem to believe that all it takes is making words rhyme at the end of a line.

Of course, "meter" to most folks means something attached to the side of the house where the electric power comes in.