A Plea For Peace

edited December 2016 in - Writing Problems
Ah - Christmas Eve will soon be here;
I'm galloping off at three
To spend this time of festive cheer
In Sheringham, by the sea.

The golden shore, the Panto Dame,
I love to see them both
But Sally Ann won't play the game -
To hear them I am loath.

At seven a.m. they make me wake-
Why can't they let me be?
"Christians Awake"? For heaven's sake,
That don't apply to me.

Your banner fits your tuba, Dears,
That's all I have to say
So stuff it in so that my ears
Can have a rest that day.

Let not your drumsticks beat their might,
Your tambourines must cease.
To doze in bed I have the right.
Dear Sally, give me peace.

Anon.

Comments

  • C2C2
    edited December 2016
    If anyone woke me up at 7am on Xmas day, I'd know exactly where I'd be putting that banner :-?
  • edited December 2016
    A car alarm woke me this morning at 7am. I. Am..Not. Happy.
  • I woke at 5am and I am extreeeeeemely happy thanksvery much

    Tus fab tobe alive, alive a live OH
  • SURELY you haven't been at the liquor THIS early, dorakins!
  • edited December 2016
    She's been suspiciously cheerful for DAYS - very worrying.
  • I know. And it's Christmas, which she hates. I think we should send round help...
  • Did snailmale take his bike with him?
    No, hang on, he'll have drunk a bottle of red by now.
    And Carol's been at the booze - is anyone sober enough?
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