The Unwashed gathered for a party,
It was that time of year,
But all had to vomit when,
Ymir's butt was on the beer.
It was his ploy to keep it,
For his greedy self,
The party was dying because,
There were no spirits on the shelf.
But the funk was short lived,
Toe's used her pretty head,
They left the ale to Ymir,
And hit the wine instead.

Cheers from the land of OzI