The other day, for no particular reason, I started ad-libbing to “Jingle Bells,” using gimpocentric lyrics. It was surprisingly easy:
Rolling 'cross the floor
In a big-ass power chair
Watch out for the door
You’re giving us a scare
“O Come, All Ye Faithful” is also readily tweaked:
O come, all ye feeble, crippled and disabled
O come ye, o come ye, however you can
Ramps and elevators, converted minivans
O come, you lazy buggers; you have no excuse
The titles alone are fertile ground: “12 Days of Cripmas”; “Little Wheelchair Boy”; “O Permobil”; “God Rest Ye Very Gimpy Men”; “O Come, O Come, Euthanasia”; “Frosty the Slow Man” …
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All I want for Christmas is my Two Good Feet.
Auld In Sane
Cripple resting on an open sore,
Gangrene nipping at his nuts
Fun, isn't it?
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