by a friend of mine
Lop de Hop was a French Poodle,
who looked more like a wet noodle.
We slapped him all day and we slapped him all night,
we slapped him until he lost his sight.
For no apparent reason we slapped him some more,
then his spaghetti-like body fell to the floor.
We rushed to the vet as fast as we can,
as we kept hitting him with a frying pan.
His stomach started to become gastric,
and when we sniffed it was not fantastic.
We gave him up to our very own vet so he could have a look,
but when we came back the very next day, his nose was smashed in a book.
Then it opened its mouth as if it were to say,
"Merry Christmas to all, you're all going to hell anyway".
So as we took our doggy back, in his eye we shoved a tack.
His nose was watery with his fluids, then we threw him into a pack of druids.
We shoved him into a blender, but accidentally we changed his gender.
His bark became but a mere squeak and then his body began to wreak.
For some reason the four horsemen rode by,
and then we waved to our doggy goodbye,
then out of the corner of everyone's eye,
he said "Merry Christmas to all, now you're all gonna' die!".