how the cheese cheetah saved christmas
twas the night before christmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring. not even a mouse
except for the friend of the son of a friend
of perhaps the quintessential iconic mouse
a young dogman in glasses looked under the tree,
to see what would be there, for what could there be,
but his cheddar whizzy, his favorite food and treat,
that's the only thing he wished for there to be.
it was with misfortune that nothing looked like a can,
there would be no cheddar whizzy for this saddened dog-man.
his blue eyes were sparkling with depression-fueled tears.
but for one reason alone we cannot pity this dog-man.
santa claus had fallen ill that year,
and at the north pole, they had quite the jeer,
if santa is sick, than who could be of help
christmas was ruined, and for that, they did quite the jeer.
except for the fact that a cool orange cat
who smelled of baked cheese goods had heard of all that
a fat cat, he was cool, with sunglasses divine
he couldnt stand dealing with the elves crying like that
"hey santa" he said with a cool orange grin
his bright white teeth showing no amount of sin
"let me give the kids some cheer this year
for christmas to be not here this year is a sin"
so he put on the red coat without the elf's consent
but he was too sick so of course he looked content
it looked better on chester of course, over that
fatass red elf who was sick yet content
and with that chester cheetah was gone
riding santas sled with those reindeer at dawn
maybe it was much too late for him but
hopefully he could be hidden in the curtain of dawn
and the first house he hit was stirring
with that saddened dogman whose body was curling
at the fact that he didnt have any cheddar whizzy
to calm him and his screams were blood curling
"ho ho ho" said the cheetah with pride
as he made the dog man's chimney a slide
and as he saw that sad dog man crying
chester the cheetah couldn't let that sobbing slide
he moved over to him and asked him "what's wrong
your eyes are so red have you been hitting the bong"
and he said "i dont have my cheddar whizzy
and of course i dont, i prefer joints to a bong"
thankfully chester had just what the male needs
he couldn't just tell him cheddar whizzy was his seed
but at the same time this male was looking really sad
but were feelings just as important as the man's mouth full of his seed?
so of course chester took off the robe
and pointed that cheeto puff of his toward's his lobe
hopefully this man is quite good with this mouth
chester cheetah hoped as he pointed it between his lobes
"hey mac, i'll tell you right here
if you love your chedda whizzy like a beer
then this right here is the ultimate tap
of an endless supply of what you call your beer."
and like that immediately he gave him the suck
he wanted cheddar whizzy and he was down on his luck
and maybe if this cool cat wasn't lying
he could have some cheddar whizzy which would be hella good luck
and not to brag or make a fuss
but chester's stamina was that of a wuss
even if he was fucking a great mouth puss
it still didnt make him any less of a wuss
chester spewed his cheddar whizzy
into this big fan of cheddar whizzy
and he was in love with chester cheetah
but more importantly his seed: cheddar whizzy
and with that he was happy and went back to sleep
and chester put boxes of cheddar whizzy under the tree
and after he climed out of the chimney
it was time to put cocaine underneath the hulk's tree