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It's four in the morning
And all through the house,
Every creature was stirring,
Especially the spouse.
The vision of sugarplums danced such a jig,
Spouse snoring as loud as a flatulent pig.
Prod 2 in his room making all a clatter,
Last vestige of peace is now all of a shatter.
Ms Pye wants to give their ear holes a flick,
And vows next year to elope with Saint Nick.
And all through the house,
Every creature was stirring,
Especially the spouse.
The vision of sugarplums danced such a jig,
Spouse snoring as loud as a flatulent pig.
Prod 2 in his room making all a clatter,
Last vestige of peace is now all of a shatter.
Ms Pye wants to give their ear holes a flick,
And vows next year to elope with Saint Nick.
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Date: 2016-12-31 06:53 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-12-31 09:46 am (UTC)From:Oh and I will try and make sure that St Nick is something like my icon?
Poor darling, seriously, DO sympathise. Have you fog or stars to look out at???
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