The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Dec 16, 2004
Noel
Noel, noel the angels did say
I can't remember the rest to my dismay.
The Christmas cards come and some more are sent,
Presents arriving at my consent.
Wrapping up boxes and parcels with care,
Hoping to see you wrapped up in there.
Whistling some carols and hoping you're near
Just so that you can them hear.
Singing and dancing and laughing with joy
Wondering what happened to my favourite toy.
Sleeping by fires bloated and full,
Why on Christmas Day was I such a fool?
No chicken, please, it just makes me ill
Unless you hide it with considerable skill.
Fry it or grill it, it's just not the same.
So if I'm ill at Christmas the chickens to blame.
Turkey and dumpling, potatoes and butter
'What is that coming?' I hear you mutter.
The trifle does sit all cream and jelly,
Doesn't it just make you feel merry?
Whisky and wine, some sherry too.
No, none for me, but I won't stop you.
Champagne and port, enough is enough!
You're just getting squiffy, it really is tough.
Tidy up wrapping string and some card,
Small plastic tags, it really is hard.
Do you want that or is this just a mess?
I just don't, know I must confess.
