The Blue Flame of Liquid Chaos

Santa drank a vile and now he's possessed 

With erupting cosmic blue flames galore

with spears of light, yes, in his reservoir

Kris Kringle began an shouting obsessed 

The elves got ready to flee distressed

While some got turned into rubber ducks of war

Squeaking and wheezing might just stock the store

As Santa lights the elves with blue balls in jest

The elves have fought back as best they can

With vorpal ripples coming forth from Claus

They were most gallant in from and command

But the battle ran long as the elves bore gauze

Died down the little ones, but up was blue Kaun

Santa distraught; now with plenty of draws