Xmas Dinner - Where Is My Mouse - He Is Called Brussel Sprout
Brussel Sprout
Are you the mouse
Always hiding in the house
Where no one ever wanted you
To even have a chew
Just as well we don’t all like
As you can go on to fight
With all your small might
To then give us a fright
To those of us that did not choose
To celebrate you
Amongst all the Xmas Poo
Now where is my Christmas Pud
Oh no I just saw where you stood
DAMO
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