Tweet Repeat 83

I buttonholed the bastard, as soon as I was plastered, 
I took him down a peg or two, shook him as if clearing a flue,

I told him every annoying trait, laid it out like bread on grate, 
and toasted him until well charred, roasted him in thick, thick lard,

only to find the next day, what I thought was genius in every way, 
was indecipherable to the extreme,
unconnectable to any language, so that all to him I seemed, 
was a dense uncooked hot dog sausage.

Tweet Repeat 82

Building the fire one nubbling at a time, 
Pass the coffins round, make up a rhyme. 

Real silver tinsel, important timely meetings, 
Festive number ones, always too fleeting. 


Journeying through Christmas's of different eras, 
Never helps the holiday get any nearer. 

Still, nearly now it is time, 
Why not help pass the hours 
with a glass of mulled wine!

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Note: In one way or another this came from a page on the BBC History Magazine's Website - I think one of their weekly quizzes...