> Hello Christina,
Thanks for the hint. I knew I shouldn´t have eaten poor Rudloph, but I was so hungry and he cooked up really nicely in red wine. Yes, I´d do it again....this evening most likely Ho, ho, ho. And then we´ll be off to the cupboard and throw away the key, as you recommend. It could turn out to be fun, actually.
The poem´s great. I shall treasure it.
Best wishes, Mike
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Pst...
>
> On New Years Eve those feathered friends
> too scrawny for our plates
> arise en mass to pick and peck
> the ones who ate their mates.
>
> So do the porkers and the geese,
> even the tiny quail,
> and woe betide old reindeer chops:
> 'Impale, impale, impale!'
>
> Shutter your windows, lock your doors
> and bury all the keys.
> Hide in a cupboard, do not stir,
> for goodness sake, don't sneeze...
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> christina fletcher
>
>
|