A/N: I haven't written anything in a long time so I figured because it's so close to Christmas, I'd write a Boho Christmas carol thing. Basically Benny is trying to get his rent again! A second time! What a shocker! Try to enjoy! Review! Happy holidays!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. At all.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the loft
not a creature was stirring, not even an Akita.
The scarf was hung by the chair with care.
In hopes that Benny wouldn't be there.
Roger was nested all snug in his bed
While visions of striped scarves danced in Mark's head;
And Mimi in her stripper costume, and Angel in her skirt
Had just settled down for a long winter's chat.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Roger and Mark sprang from their beds to see what the matter was.
Away to the window the Boho's flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to the Boho's wondering eyes should appear,
But a kiss-ass Yuppie and his rude wife were there
With a little old driver, who sat in the limo
They knew in a moment it must be some trouble
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Roger, now Mark, now Mimi and Angel! Collins and Maureen and Joanne and all you Bohos!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now pay your rent, pay your rent, pay it all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So Roger and Mark lit a garbage can of fire
With posters and screenplays, and some old paper too
And then with a push, papers fell over the railing
The screaming and shouting of each occupant
As they drew their breath, and was making it clear
Benny certainly wasn't getting his rent, not even this year
The West Port Grey's were dressed all in fur, from their heads to their foot,
and their clothes were ugly and expensive like most Yuppie's clothes are
A bundle of sadness he had on his back
And he looked like down at the peddlers
Who wanted to kick him in the sack
His eyes – they were mean and glaring
His head was bald and oh so shiny!
His droll little mouth was drawn down in sorrow
We all knew that he was whipped by his wife and his investor
The performance posters were crumpled in his hands
He lit a fine cigar and puffed out the smoke
He had a broad face and a little round chin
That didn't shake because he never laughed
Except when he finds out that his old best friend's
Girlfriend left him for another woman
He spoke mean words, and went straight to work
Trying to stop a protest, what a mean jerk!
And with that Roger and Mark gave him the finger
"Good luck with getting your rent this year!"
He sprang to his limo, knowing he was wrong
And away he went with his wife in hand
The boho's exclaimed, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"