The peacock pie had been served to one and all when Krampus burst from the window and stormed the hall. He battered the house keep and flattened the Lord of Misrule. All the fancy dinners would remember this Yule. He grabbed a banker and gave him the lash. Buggering his wife with a rod made of ash. Krampus tore at a tuba player and wrapped brass about him like a bow. The monster preferred guitar, this was a critique of the show. Pipers and players neither were spared, Flutes rammed down throats and up other places; you would have glared.
His hoof smashed tables shattering plates, if you love carnage you'd say it was just great. Blows felled a bus boy like a tree; he was embezzling from the bar. Krampus's switch lashed the evil, them running near and far. Then beast was on them with a mighty bound; whips and cries a musical sound.
When all the nice banners lay broken and torn, Krampus flew away his welcome having grown worn. A last look Krampus surveyed the damage with delight. Hooting and hollering a menacing "Grus vom Krampus" into the night!