‘Twas the night before christmas

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

Not even the louse

That slept in her bed

On the second floor

She kept him clothed and fed

But still he wanted more

He used up her money

He used up her time

He used up her life

It had to be a crime

But if it wasn’t, then

A crime she would commit;

She’d use him to feed the dog

Bit by bit by bit