Ab Christmas

[maggiebee]

Another offer from 2012. DTC is the author.

In the ummmm midwinter, carols that made fgt groan,
ABers stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Smow had fallen, pixie on dust, smow on smow,
In the ummmm midwinter, not so long ago.

Our Ed, heaven cannot hold Him, nor Advertising sustain;
Suspenders and Trolls shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the ummmm midwinter, a public house sufficed
The Redman and Rowan Beer-Fest, the ale mispriced.

Enough for Him, Whom Crafty in Gin worships night and day,
Dee Sa full of Rum, and Horseshoes’ plate of hay;
Enough for Ed, Whom Tinkerbells fall before,
The Dogs, Cats and rockyracoon which adore.

Prudies and Barmaids may have gathered there,
Castle and Towers ABers thronged the air;
But Nungate mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped Queen of Mean with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a bard or Nibble, I would bring a slaney lamb;
If I were MarkRae, I would do my Latin part;
Yet what we can we give our Ed: some Eccles Tarts?

Sadly, some no longer with us.