A Christmas Eve poem from an anonymous inmate



Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the cells,

The convicts were locked down

Madder than hell.

Except for the lifers

Kicked back on their bunks

With heads filled with visions

Of all of these grumps.

When suddenly from the roof top

There arose such a roar

That the cops thought

It must be a riot for sure.

The goon squad came running

Ready to hit

And the Sergeant yelled out,

“Who started this shit?”.

“It came from the roof,”

Sniveled some low life snitch.

“Must be a break out.

Oh! Son of a bitch!”

They climbed to the rooftop

By way of the stairs

And found a fat freak

In bright red underwear.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” said the dude,

“I’m here on the scene”.

“Good Lord,” said the Captain

“We’ve captured a Queen!”

They yelled, “Hey you in the sleigh,

Get your hands on the wall.”

Then slapped on the cuffs

And searched him an all.

They booked him, and threw him

In the hole with a kick;

Well, so much for Christmas

They’ve busted St. Nick!