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Dec 5
That end of year tiredness is creeping up on me

( sing the first line, you know that you know the tune )

and suddenly Sylvester and Tweety Pie come to mind,
Gwanny's lined the baking tray with aluminium foil
potato's in the pan and they're coming to the boil
there are carrots and lots of Broccoli
( not for me, they give me wind )

and the turkey comes out
( no, not that out )
of the oven
and Tweety says,
hey please wait for me
'cause he's polite you see

where's the gravy gone?
said Sylvester the unlucky Tom
oh
none for you you nawty cat
you ain't having none of that.

funny init
this was going to be a serious piece
about something
and it turned into a frivolous piece
about something else

thank you
Isadore 'Friz' Freleng
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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