‘Twas the night before Christmas
At IMAO
No spoonerism was stirring
From President Joe.
.
Momma in her courtship
And I in my cups
Had just settled down
With binding pre-nups.
.
When up on the roof
There arose such a clatter
“It’s just the Emu –” she said —
“What does it matter?”
.
I ran to the window
And threw up on the sash
While yelling to DamnCat
“Get me Walrus-k-k-k – – cash!”
.
When what to my wandering eye should appear
But Ten-Point-Eight interns —
Looking hot —
Cheers and beer.
.
“Bo Derek, and Raquel!
“And is that Paris Hilton?
“Mary Ann with Ginger!” —
Vixens all. “Pass the Stilton.”

…and I heard him say, vanishing into the snow, see ya next year Hunter, for hookers ‘n blow!
Paris Hilton? Surely you’re not serious.
Well, she’s not exactly homely, and she has bags and bags of money . . .
But she needs those huuuuge, tracks of land.