my mind has gone - or - has yours too

twas it the the night before christmas when all through the house,
ran a mad man on vodka, screaming my name is not klaus,
picking up half an orange from a big jellied eel,
he ran down the boat from deep stern to its keel,
seeing all the comotion a seagul,called jerry,
flew down upon klaus and pinched his strawberry,
climbing the rope i know your quite mad,
but, ha ha your reading this so you must be quite sad,
take two and call him in the morning,
bored oh my god, even i am still yawning,
whatever you do, never look in his eyes,
for a gaze, i have, that will paralyze,
up jumped the cat and ran for his life,
for along came the blind mice carrying a great knife,
the end of this i think is the begining,
so dont read any more unless of course your singing,
does anyone have the number for santa,
or maybe a jolly old bit of banter,
no......ok then sorry i bothered you,
go back to your cooking and try dumplings and stew.