If you are a lover of puns
Then on shrove Tuesday
There is only one
conclusion
And that that its
pun-cake day
If you are a lover of puns
Then on shrove Tuesday
There is only one
conclusion
And that that its
pun-cake day
Is it Pancake Day
Already? Oh dear
It’s really crêped up
On me this year
The origins of Fat Tuesday
Are Anglican and Catholic
But in our town Fat Tuesday
Is an overweight biker chic
There is a very distinct difference
Between Mardi Gras and
Fat Tuesday
The former is an
all-night party and
You wake up with the
latter the next day
There is a special place
In hell for people
that play
Any Christmas music
It’s Christmas Day in the workhouse
Just another grey day
to endure
Jamie Oliver is
cooking the dinner
So, no Turkey
Twizzlers in store
At the North Pole, For those
Not begun Schooling
yet,
Must firstly be
enrolled
And then taught the
Elphabet
Never ever catch a snowflake
In your mouth
Until you’re sure all
the birds
Have flown south
James Dean lived life to the full
Seldom taking the time
to pause
But he didn’t believe
in Santa
So he was a rebel
without a Claus
The difference between Santa Claus
And a serial
philanderer, as it goes
Is in essence a total
lack of self-control
Because Santa stopped
at three ho’s
It was Christmas Eve in the workhouse
And not a hint of the
season in sight
No stockings hang by
the fire side
So, it’s just like
every other Night
In the morning Santa stood
by the window to peer
And said to Mrs Claus
“It looks like rain
dear”
It was Christmas Eve in the kennels
And all the canines
were all agog
They all made merry
all night long
Finishing by singing
Fleas Navi Dog
Rudolph got an F in his exam
Which was a mystery
But after his paper was remarked
He went down in History
If an Elf is wearing earmuffs
Call him anything you
choose
Safe in the happy
knowledge
That he can’t possibly
hear you
On Christmas Eve the chimneys stand
Waiting for Santa to
go down them
And he duly obliges
each one in turn
To visit every house
because it soots him
This year, Mum was determined, for the first time,
To have the happy time the family had lacked
So, when she was preparing the bird for the oven
She stuffed the Turkey with sage, onion and Prozac!
All of Santa’s new electric Reindeer
Were all lined up by
the charger
Waiting patiently in
turn to use it
As Santa and Rudolf
looked on
Santa asked “Shall I
tell the others
Or would you rather do
it?”
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the pub
The air was scented
with cinnamon
From all the festive grub
From spiced Christmas
Ale
Or Gluwein served from
a tub