Happy Those Who Bother Not To Wash Emus
Now is the time for joyful feasts
In wayside shacks and hovels
We'll dance and sing, we'll drink and eat
And burn our Dickens novels.
We remonstrate with oystermen
Who sing 'The Bells of Rhymney'
"Pray cease that awful noise there, men -
Or be rammed up the chimney!"
Contributors: | fester, Roland, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 14th December 2000. |