If only your left leg was Thanksgiving
And your right leg was
Christmas day
Then I could devote
all of my time
If only your left leg was Thanksgiving
And your right leg was
Christmas day
Then I could devote
all of my time
When Santa returned home
To have his tea
His wife was there
Waiting apprehensively
“There was a phone
call for you”
Said Mrs. C
“It was a little
garbled
And made no sense to
me
Something about
Saville
And Operation Yewtree”
Gropius the eighth dwarf
Is no longer a
performer
Since all the allegations
He’s on the offender’s
register
Baa Baa black sheep
Have you any wool?
Please say yes sir
To make my wagon full
No, I don’t have any
wool
You bloody Wally
I’m not a sheep
I’m your Border Collie
It’s Christmas time again
See the happy faces
glowing
Putting love in every
heart
Until they’re overflowing
It’s ironic that schools
Are abandoning the
nativity
When half a dozen
Schoolgirls
Could play the Virgin
Mary
Although they’re not
virgins
They do have their own
baby
So, when young Mrs Claus arrived in town
I looked at her with
her pure white hair
She was a pretty woman
but to my discredit
I couldn’t help
thinking as I looked at her
How I like the collar
and cuffs to match
So obviously I was
thinking of a little white fur