Noted and acted upon. I think I'll stick with the original order for the in-laws though. They drink the booze and THEN they quarrel.
Bah Humbug
At Christmas time I give out junk
Wrapped up in old religious bunk
Before becoming very drunk.
At Christmas time I wonder if
I want to singalong with Cliff.
I think I’d rather be a stiff.
At Christmas time my children write
To some old bearded blatherskite
And stay up half the bloody night.
At Christmas time the in-laws come.
They drink my whisky, gin and rum,
Then quarrel with my dad and mum.
At Christmas time my belly vastly
Swells, my temper frays and, lastly,
The weather’s uniformly ghastly.
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