20 December 2012
Not many of us will survive, We'll be more dead, than alive, But you'll have fun when you're together, I just pray you have bad weather.
Bad weather means there's just a chance, That I may find my last romance, And we can escape just us two, You'll be left wondering what to do.
I checked the forecast, It doesn't look good, In fact you've stocked up on extra food, It looks like money you'll have to drop, And my head is due for the chop!
So I hope you enjoy your Christmas meal, I'm sure the butcher gave you a great deal, But gobble, gobble, That's what you'll do, And I'll have my revenge when you're on the loo!
Turkey • Opuss № I