What! No more humbuggery? Here's another.
Bah Humbug
At Easter time the angel said
That Christ had risen from the dead
And Satan and his minions fled.
At Christmas time the angel told
How living Christ was bought and sold
For many times his weight in gold.
At Christmas time the children write
To some old bearded blatherskite
And stay up half the bloody night.
At Christmas time the in-laws come
To drink my whisky, gin and rum
And 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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