Twas the night before XXXmas, in the Simpsons house
Everyone had been fucking, even the cat and mouse,
Homer and Bart were hung like two bears,
Both poking Marge and Lisa without care.
When the family was done, they took to their beds,
While visions of incest danced in their heads,
And Marge in her ‘kerchief, and Homer in a Mr. Plow cap,
Had just settled their loins for a long winter’s nap…
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Homer fell out of bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he tripped like a clod,
Tore down the curtains and was hit by the rod. (D’oh!)
The moon on the breast of Marge made him hard
But he turned his attention back to the front yard,