WITCH MEAT FOR CHRISTMAS by Pete Brammer
I was once a handsome prince,
Most dashing ever seen,
Until I fell out with a witch,
At a dance at Halloween.
One can’t help having size ten shoes,
Which turned the old girl shirty,
For treading on her blessed feet,
Her spell made me a turkey.
And now that Christmas time is nigh.
I wonder at my fate,
I want to live a happy life,
Not carved up on a plate.
It’s not a thought I relish much,
Believe me it’s no fun,
Thinking where the stuffing goes,
You’ve guessed, yes, up me bum.
So when you eat your Xmas lunch,
Please sit and spare a thought,
When looking at the Parson’s Nose,
It’s me you may have bought.