a grey eerie mist
arose from the tomb
upon hearing a steamy hiss
i vanished in the gloom
falling in towards the scripts
i felt the hand of doom
that offered me some chips
plus a nice hot room
only complaint burnt lips
'hello' shouted a stranger
who looked very odd
thinking i'm in danger
said 'hey you grumpy sod'
then i saw the lone ranger
who offered me his cod
then i met the money changer
who did me out of job
eventually awoke in a manger
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