I don't know who wrote this. I learned it from my brother 60 years ago.
A Yuletide Recitation
'Twas Christmas in the Workhouse :
The Convicts all were there
Telling filthy, rotten stories
And partaking of the fare.
Just then, the Warden happened by,
And, gazing into the pit,
He cried : " Merry Christmas Prisoners !"
And the Prisoners answered : " SHIT !"
This so enraged the Warden,
He shouted to the mobs :
"You'll get no Christmas Pudding-
You filthy bunch of slobs !"
Up spake an ancient Convict
With voice as hard as brass:
"You can take your Christmas Pudding,
And---Sleep in heavenly peace ."