samedi 5 décembre 2015

A Yorkshire Christmas poem


Santa is a Yorkshireman
Of this I'm fairly sure
I heard him tiptoe in my room
At roughly Ten to four
"I 'ope tha'll get nowt my lad"
He smelled of Hi Karate
(Must have pinched it from my dad)
Just downstairs I'd left a treat
Santa loves a beer
He loves Pork Pies and single malt
That was Dad's idea
When I woke next morning
I ran downstairs to see
If Santa had been kind enough
to leave gifts under t'tree
He got our Mam a nightie
And a pair of China Pigs
Our Dad got socks and undies
And 200 Park Lane Cigs
My sister got a Barbie
Sat on a plastic horse
A One Direction Annual
Which she loved of course
When I unwrapped my parcels
My Yorkshire heart did sing
Each gift that Santa gave me
A truly wondrous thing
A flat cap for my noggin
A vest of finest string!
The ferret Keepers handbook
A gift fit for a King
So thank you Santa thank you
You surely are a tyke
But can you please remember
Next year I'd like a Bike!

A Yorkshire Christmas poem

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