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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 'Twas the night before Christmas, I’d forgotten the sprouts So I sent out a plea to the local boy scouts I’d remembered the crackers, the turkey and ham but my guests would expect sprouts, so I was in a jam The scout leader admitted that I was in a pickle and he said my family were all somewhat fickle I said Uncle Bert just adored eating brussels then he’d fart for days with his lax sphincter muscles The scout leader had a plan, it is so well thought out He'd call each scout’s mother to donate just one sprout Every scout hurries round with one sprout in their hands soon I have plenty of veg to sate my guest’s demands On Christmas Day the relations ring my door bell Pat barges into my kitchen; she makes my life hell At one time she cooked meals for guys in the Navy So she has to check if there are lumps in MY gravy On the stroke of one o’clock I dish up the food Uncle Bert belches loudly, that man is so rude They devour all the turkey and round stuffing balls By the end of the main course I’m climbing the walls! They don’t offer to help, so I fetch the dessert Uncle Bert drips brandy butter all over his shirt Then they guzzle the cheese and finish the wine Bert then farts profusely, he’s a disgusting swine Then we sit round the TV to listen to the Queen Bert’s eaten too much, his face has turned green Pat gives me a present, of a hand knitted jumper It’s three sizes too big, I just want to thump her They’ve descended on me these last fifteen years I ask if they’ll reciprocate, my words fall on deaf ears They never say thank you, they drink all my booze Next year they can whistle, I’m booking a cruise!
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