SAGE AND ONIONS
A wise old sage
Who knew his onions,
Had ideas daft and
sublime,
Why once he made a
coat
From herbs –
An utter waste of
thyme.
HO-HO-HOSIERY
The fireman’s
Christmas cracker jokes
Were no longer a
surprise or shocking
For every year, the
same old gag,
A ladder in his
stocking.
SAME OLD, SAME OLD
The
children of the skinflint
Were
never deluded
‘Coz
every Christmas
They
got batteries,
Toys
not included.
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