FUNNY FELLA
You wear a coat of many colours.
An eccentric soul you bear.
Your colours,
they're all stripey.
You sport a baggy jumper,
all full up with holes .
It flops from your lapels.
You jangle while you're walking.
My man of jingle bells.
They match your make up and your hair,
absolutely perfectly.
Your trews all brown and baggy.
They're just a little grubby.
Attached to your fragile ankles,
with bending cycle clips.
You wear a floppy sun hat.
In the depths of winter.
You're really a rather strange one.
Sometimes seen wearing flip-flops,
in snow and ice,
I'm told.
We'll see you in a few weeks,
as on your sleigh you play.
For in a few days out to play,
nice and neat,
all dressed in red.
You'll visit us, 'twill soon be Christmas day.
(C) LIVVI
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
FUNNY FELLA
You wear a coat of many colours.
An eccentric soul you bear.
Your colours,
they're all stripey.
You sport a baggy jumper,
all full up with holes .
It flops from your lapels.
You jangle while you're walking.
My man of jingle bells.
They match your make up and your hair,
absolutely perfectly.
Your trews all brown and baggy.
They're just a little grubby.
Attached to your fragile ankles,
with bending cycle clips.
You wear a floppy sun hat.
In the depths of winter.
You're really a rather strange one.
Sometimes seen wearing flip-flops,
in snow and ice,
I'm told.
We'll see you in a few weeks,
as on your sleigh you play.
For in a few days out to play,
nice and neat,
all dressed in red.
You'll visit us, 'twill soon be Christmas day.
(C) LIVVI
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