Christmas is coming

The goose is getting fat,

I can't afford a goose

So I'll bake a sewer rat.

The trifle's in the fridge

And the pudding's in the cupboard,

There's nothing else to eat

A bit like Mother Hubbard.

The Christmas Tree is sparkling

The tinsel's rather floppy,

I'll have a glass of wine or two

And then I'll get all soppy.

The fairy lights are on the blink

The pots are piled up in the sink,

The Christmas cake has sunk in the middle

And so another Christmas hey fiddle diddle.

Linda Robinson

Georgina Court, Daubhill

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