Christina, I like this festive fare but lack the nouse to reply with a
festive joke. re "the beep of Maris Pipers" this has me guessing whether it
is a type of potato approaching optimum temperature in a microwave oven ( a
hot topic) or a family of local musicians.
Colin
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> From: Christina Fletcher [SMTP:[log in to unmask]]
> Sent: Tuesday, December 24, 2002 11:43 AM
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> Subject: Some Santas
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> Some Santas
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> wear fake fur and felt hats.
> Pom-poms swing to the beep of Maris Pipers.
> Others refuse to play to the audience of shoppers.
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> For who cares about Santas? Who gives a tinker's damn
> if there's a smile/no smile in a tinselled aisle,
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> or if a child slips on a cranberry in the cathedral of
> crackers
> (unless it screams and scrapes the nerves)?
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> If a star falls and splinters, or baubles break
> Santa will sweep and bin them with crushed satsumas
> and rancid brandy butter.
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> Go late for reductions: see Santa's nails
> as she teases labels from wrappers -
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> they stick to her skin.
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> christina fletcher
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