Twaz the Night After…


Good old Tinceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay all about
Deep and crisp and even
He swore words like “poot” and “darn” and
even “sticks of fiddle”
When he saw to his delight
Rain began to pi-hid-le.
He saw snowmen melt away
In the local par-ark
Like those Nazis melted
in “The Raiders of the Lost Ark”
He went out and brought some bread
Milk and and sparkling water
Till today the shops had seemed
As far away as Mor-hor-dor.
He went to his local pub
Once he’d stocked his larder
Cos he’s hadn’t been outside
So he needed lager.
Well, Guinness really, but that rhymes,
And that seems to matter
When you write a post that’s
in Iambic penta-ma-hat-er.
A game was on the TV set,
Tottenham versus Villa
Lots of chances, lots of goals,
Really was a thriller.
Spurs’goals came through Van Der Vaart
Godsend to a blogger
Coz the jokes are far too much
I just didn’t boh-hoh-ther.
Though it still may freeze again
And the ice might harden
I’m just thrilled that that I have seen
Green grass in my garden.
Every day is one day more
Closer to the summer.
Never will we moan again
If it’s fairly duh-hell-er.
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2 thoughts on “Twaz the Night After…

  1. Grannymar

    Grannymar, she did look out
    On the Feast of Stephen
    When the snow lay all about
    half the house was hidden
    She jumped up and down again, then swore
    some words not writ-it-ten
    then she heard to her surprise
    the drains began some drip-in.

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  2. jmg

    bit cool today but we went to the beach anyway much warmer there and nice waves to ride, next to us in kiosk seating a lovely irish baby with its da and mother who smiled away at my husband over the shoulder of her mother. such a cute accent, the parents that is. I read that christmas celebrates the half way point of winter and carries with it the promise of renewal and rebirth, personally I just like that there isnt another one for 12 months, too much stress and excess, but sometimes there is a glimpse of its true meaning that baby smiling.

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