The topical
poet takes over the blog today with his sideways take on Christmas.
Christmas Dinner
Soggy roast
potatoes
rock hard Brussels sprouts
the turkey's dry as sandpaper
And the stuffing tastes like grout.
The gravy has got holes in it.
The carrots are over boiled.
The pigs are wrapped in hessian sacks
And the parsnips have been spoiled.
We’ve had our Christmas pudding
And the Queen's upon the telly
the orchestra
has started
so room is
getting smelly.
Hey the family’s
together
let’s cheer
rejoice and sing,
but now
Christmas dinner is over
let the
arguments begin.
Food for thought
Tis the season to be greedy, fa la la la la la la la la
Buy more food, ignore the needy fa la la la la la la la la
you’ve got wine, you’ve got sweets fa la la la la la la la la
While they are sleeping in the streets fa la la la la la la la la
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