The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and all was still. Well everything apart from old nanny Lil.
The old bird was nearly one hundred and two, and time is quite short, when you need a poo.
Poor granny was caught short, and started to worry. Behind her she left a trail of slurry.
When she finally made it onto the loo, all you heard was a fart belch splatter and ooooh.
She walked out the loo with hop and a skip, and slipped in the slurry and broke her hip.
So in the hospital was where Lilly spent Christmas day. In hindsight it’s probably better that
way.
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