'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the barn
The sheep were all quaking, filled with alarmThe cows and the pigs were all tucked in the hay
Assured of their rest; not required to play.
When what to sheep's horrified eyes should appear
But jimB0 unclothed, his lust in high gear.
He was stringy and tan, like any surf rat
And he liked his sheep wooly, big, plump and fat.
Adroitly he mounted the first ewe he could reach
And rode her to ground, like a wave to the beach
From sheep to sheep, with each had his way.
And left each exhausted, too tired to stray
At last, fully sated, he rose from the floor,
And, giving a wink, he walked out the door
They heard him exclaim, as he walked out of view,
"You tell the police, you'll be mutton stew!"
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