Friday, 24 December 2021

Bob Cratchit as the Luckiest Jim

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

Prince! To Waifs a-wassailing, Carolers demanding good cheer
Lend not an ear ; let their own rear suffice to buy them beer.


Sir Treeball said...

To you your wassail too, Mr. Iyer.

And thanks for all your thoughtful, and very funny posts this year.

windwheel said...

God bless you Sir Treeball. Very Happy New Year to you and yours. Best.