Xmas

[Garrison Hilliard]

Jingle bells, Batman smells,
Robin laid an egg.
The Batmobile lost a wheel,
And the Joker got away!


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"At this festive season of the year, Mr. Hilliard," said the gentleman,
taking up a pen," it is more than usually desirable that we should make some
slight provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the
present time Many thousands are in want of common necessaries; hundreds of
thousands are in want of common comforts, sir."
"Are there no prisons?" asked Hilliard.
"Plenty of prisons." said the gentleman, laying down the pen again.
"And the Union workhouses?" demanded Hilliard. "Are they still in operation?"
"They are. Still," returned the gentleman, "I wish I could say they were
not."
"The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigor, then?" said Hilliard.
"Both very busy, sir."
"Oh! I was afraid, from what you had said at first, that something had
occurred to stop them in their useful course," said Hilliard. "I'm very glad
to hear of it."