I don’t understand marketing at all
When opportunities
seem myriad
Like a sanitary
products campaign
Specifically, for the
Christmas period
I don’t understand marketing at all
When opportunities
seem myriad
Like a sanitary
products campaign
Specifically, for the
Christmas period
I used my Fire Stick to order a hamper
Something much admired
by my wife
At the festive time of
year that pleases
On arrival I found the
box contained
Our infant saviour so
I loudly exclaimed
“Bloody hell Alexa I
said Baby Cheeses”
Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the City
Peoples were alone for
the season
Which was such a pity
The Church was the one
place
Where they never felt
alone
As they were welcomed
And made to feel at
home
They first met on a special Christmas Eve
And chemistry sparked
between the two
When passions fires
were truly quenched
He asked before
bidding her a fond adieu
“What are you doing on
New Year’s Eve?”
She replied “oh I’m
definitely doing you”
I don’t want a Christmas gift
That’s very practical
Nor a homemade present
Or something musical
Not an article for
wearing
Nothing thoughtful or
twee
No items for the
garden
Or anything scented
fragrantly
And nothing so expensive
that
The value is shocking
I just want something
shapely
In a Christmas
stocking
Legendary Mousehole resident Tom Bawcock
Went out to fish
beneath a storm filled sky
To lift a famine from
the village, and to honour him
They hold an annual
festival and eat Stargazy pie