'Twas A Cold Frosty Morning

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 warning

As 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.

7 comments:

  1. Brilliant JayCee. Rabbie will be turning in his grave!

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    1. Spinning ever faster, round and round...

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  2. My husband had made it, oh what a delight!
    Wearing 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.

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  3. JayCee the Manx Bard. More poems please.

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    1. Not sure my brain can dredge up any more!

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