Don't **** me pleads the turkey.
I may not be pretty.
Let me still be living.
I'm not coming to tea.
Or lunch or even Christmas supper.
If I had half a chance,
All your plans I'd scupper.
If I give up gobbling.
Your special day be wobbling.
The Christmas cheer be sweet meat.
As mince pies fruity.
Bring good cheer
Custard and fresh cream.
Its just the time of year.
** ** **
Hell lets be jolly.
Around his head a crown of holly.
Mistletoe kisses are better than none.
Christmas season's just begun.
(c)LIVVI
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
Don't **** me pleads the turkey.
I may not be pretty.
Let me still be living.
I'm not coming to tea.
Or lunch or even Christmas supper.
If I had half a chance,
All your plans I'd scupper.
If I give up gobbling.
Your special day be wobbling.
The Christmas cheer be sweet meat.
As mince pies fruity.
Bring good cheer
Custard and fresh cream.
Its just the time of year.
** ** **
Hell lets be jolly.
Around his head a crown of holly.
Mistletoe kisses are better than none.
Christmas season's just begun.
(c)LIVVI
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