On this evening, which, to some, can come year after year
As it did to me ere my way of life fell into the sere
Must I drink to Bob Cratchit as Our Mob's Luckiest Jim?
Just coz Christ didn't dine on my Tiny Tim
Envoi
Prince! To Waifs a-wassailing, Carolers demanding good cheer
Lend not an ear ; let their own rear suffice to buy them beer.
2 comments:
To you your wassail too, Mr. Iyer.
And thanks for all your thoughtful, and very funny posts this year.
God bless you Sir Treeball. Very Happy New Year to you and yours. Best.
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