The Show It Is Over

The show it is over another one gone Never ever again I decry and bemoan Five days of eating the turkey and ham Curries for me and the bones for dog Sam The tree in the corner all naked and bare Pine needles cover the carpet and chair The presents patiently wait to be cleared Aftershave and face balm; I have a beard My head in bits from abundance of drink Can hardly talk never mind clearly think Pants must have shrunk they are too tight My wife has left after a big row last night I may have said that her bum was quiet big Her father a waster and her mother a pig Of joy, carols and merry I’ve had my fill I tell you now you can stick your goodwill Sink stacked high with dishes and plates The tables a mess and the floor in a state Sports been cancelled because of snow The car’s frozen in so I’ve nowhere to go T.V. is repeating twenty year old shows I think I’ll just settle to rest and repose Even if Christmas I sometimes besmear Peace to you all and I’ll see you next year