The story as it really was!
Twas the night
before Christmas, when
Geordie soon to
be there, had
been to the
pub and called
at tidys place.
Dressed in a
penguin suit covered
in sequins, he
looked dashing in
his armour as
he threw pebbles
at the window.
The children were
nestled all snug
in their beds,
while visions of
sugar plums danced
in their heads.
Tidyboiler knew in
a moment it
must be St’Nick.
She sprang from
her bed to
the window she
rose. Expecting to
see a sleigh
and eight reindeers.
But outside stood
a right jolly
old elf with
a twinkle in
his eye, laying
one finger aside
of his nose,
and giving a
nod, his undying
love he proposed.
Tidyboiler not amused
by his deed,
chucked a bucket
of water over
his feet. Desponded
Geordie froze and
shouted: “For crying out loud tidy, I bought you a kebab!!!”
Twas the night
before Christmas, when
Geordie soon to
be there, had
been to the
pub and called
at tidys place.
Dressed in a
penguin suit covered
in sequins, he
looked dashing in
his armour as
he threw pebbles
at the window.
The children were
nestled all snug
in their beds,
while visions of
sugar plums danced
in their heads.
Tidyboiler knew in
a moment it
must be St’Nick.
She sprang from
her bed to
the window she
rose. Expecting to
see a sleigh
and eight reindeers.
But outside stood
a right jolly
old elf with
a twinkle in
his eye, laying
one finger aside
of his nose,
and giving a
nod, his undying
love he proposed.
Tidyboiler not amused
by his deed,
chucked a bucket
of water over
his feet. Desponded
Geordie froze and
shouted: “For crying out loud tidy, I bought you a kebab!!!”
