If wishes were horses
Then beggars would
ride,
But they’re not
So, get off my pony
If wishes were horses
Then beggars would
ride,
But they’re not
So, get off my pony
Are you wearing plaits?
Seriously though are
you
You’re going to wear
plaits
To the annual
Christmas do
And dressed as a milk
maid
Perhaps Scandinavian
born
You look like you’re
dressed
For 1970s porn
The etiquette for Christmas cards
Is simple, you just
have to remember
If you can’t get it
there for the day
Make sure it still
arrives in December
The magic of Christmas time
Is all the good will
it brings
But sadly, it gets
packed away
With the other
Christmas things
The doorbell rings to announce
Arrivals from across
the miles
And the spirit of the
season
Is visible in the
Christmas smiles
If you want next Christmas
To be happy and merry
Then insure the
Christmas card
You send to your
sister Kerry
Has sufficient postage
And arrives before
January
Santa and his little Elf
Have been dismissed
For activities undertaken
When they were pissed
That got both of them
Put on the naughty
list