I sit with a mirror straight ahead of me
And another
one placed behind me
So, my
image is repeated in perpetuity
That way I
don’t feel so lonely
I sit with a mirror straight ahead of me
And another
one placed behind me
So, my
image is repeated in perpetuity
That way I
don’t feel so lonely
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a
tuffet
Eating her
curds and whey
Along came
a geezer
Who stood
right behind her
And gave
her a goose whey hey
A red ribbon tied in your hair
You’re a
lovely Christmas miss
Come under the
mistletoe
Is Santa Claus really a woman?
How ridiculous,
no way
They can’t
parallel park a car
How would
they cope with a sleigh?
When Christmas Day was over
Mrs. Claus
needed a release
It was a
very stressful time
Spreading good
will and peace
So as soon
as Santa was rested
She always
liked to have a bit
Being
partial to the "North Pole"
Well, that's
what Mrs C calls it
The pipes of Christmas past blow out
The melodies
of yesteryear
With memories
to warm the heart
And bring a
sentimental tear
A dog isn’t just for Christmas
That’s what
they say
And they
are correct
It’s also
nice cold on Boxing Day