Since the snow began to fall
My wife has done
nothing at all
But stare blankly
through the window
As the snow lays snow
on snow
If it continues in
this way
We shall have a white
Christmas day
But my wife stares
through the glass
As the snow falls
thick and fast
Sadly, if it gets any
worse outside
I'll have to let her
come inside
Bimbette and Peaches were standing by a flagpole,
Looking up at it in a
rather puzzled way
When they were asked
what they were doing
By a pleasant young
man passing their way
“We're supposed to
find the height of this flagpole
But we don't have a
ladder” Said Bimbette with a frown
The young man took a
spanner from his pocket
Loosened a few bolts
and laid the flagpole down
He then took a tape
measure from his other pocket,
Took a few
measurements, and said it was 18 feet
Then he returned the
flagpole to its previous condition
And strode off
confidently down the street
Bimbette said “How
like a man!! give me strength,
You ask him for the height,
and he gives you the length
We certainly don’t have a lot
But we are content
with what we’ve got
We may not be among
the wealthiest
But we are certainly
among the happiest
Because we don’t have
to have the best of everything
We just make the best
of everything we have
Outside I was cool
Detached, laidback
Appearing indifferent
Inside I was in
Torment, twisted by jealousy
Envy and bitterness
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
The people behind could see nothing at all
They asked him to move
but he wouldn’t do that
So they pushed him off
and he went splat
