Crimpustide is passed right by, And someone ate the berri-pie. Were't Santa's claws that dared to try, Or was it youse, or was it I? Happy gnu year, with its wit. Snowy streets? It snowed a bit. Rudolph knows the red of it, But later comes that reindeer sh....
I'm imagining a New Year's tree Around which tipplers dance. It's there I'd like to sip with glee And teeter as I prance. Drink to the New Year's revelry And put the past aside, For what is was but devilry, And I've dusted off my pride. I leapt for joy, for joy I'll leap, But shall not spill a drop, For tippling is a jolly sweep As I do this New Year's hop. Hippity, hoppity, rock and roll The New Year's flask to us! When waking from the hangover, We'll ask, "What was the fuss?"
Nice to see blossom talent afoot,
ReplyDeleteAfleet, as blooms another Julie shoot
In all that she has bloomed to being,
And a London Xmas be berri, berrying....
Crimpustide is passed right by,
ReplyDeleteAnd someone ate the berri-pie.
Were't Santa's claws that dared to try,
Or was it youse, or was it I?
Happy gnu year, with its wit.
Snowy streets? It snowed a bit.
Rudolph knows the red of it,
But later comes that reindeer sh....
I'm imagining a New Year's tree
ReplyDeleteAround which tipplers dance.
It's there I'd like to sip with glee
And teeter as I prance.
Drink to the New Year's revelry
And put the past aside,
For what is was but devilry,
And I've dusted off my pride.
I leapt for joy, for joy I'll leap,
But shall not spill a drop,
For tippling is a jolly sweep
As I do this New Year's hop.
Hippity, hoppity, rock and roll
The New Year's flask to us!
When waking from the hangover,
We'll ask, "What was the fuss?"
This is a great scetch! Very detailed!
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