It was past eight o'clock in a cold frosty morning
When bad tempered October blows over the plain,
I heard Manx Radio repeat a loud warningAs restless I sought for sweet slumber in vain:
Then up I arose, the sun shining bright,
Peel Hill and valley appearing all hoary white;
Forth I would go amid the pale, silent day,
To visit my breakfast, toast and coffee, wahey!.
With profuse apologies to Robert Burns.
Brilliant JayCee. Rabbie will be turning in his grave!
ReplyDeleteSpinning ever faster, round and round...
DeleteMy husband had made it, oh what a delight!
ReplyDeleteWearing only an apron - his buttocks looked white!
"Set doon an eat it my bonnie wee lass!"
And when he leaned over I squeezed his ass.
I note the subtle change in style there YP
DeleteSeamless!
DeleteJayCee the Manx Bard. More poems please.
ReplyDeleteNot sure my brain can dredge up any more!
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