How To Describe It

[Khandro]

Pernod, rosé, & then red, - large amounts of. I feel I've been torpedoed amidships.

[Mamyalynne]

Tired and emotional x

[Spicerack]

A sinking feeling?

[bookbinder]

It looks as if you've described it quite well! 'Torpedoed amidships' looks spot on to me!

[sanmac]

You are temporarily experiencing the "Lusitania Syndrome".

[Bazile]

Splice the main brace
hic hic

[douglas9401]

It's the antiseptic in the Pernod that does it.

The good news is that barnacles won't grow on your fundament.

[Khandro]

Thanks guys, at least we're not here:

It was Christmas Day in the workhouse
The merriest day of the year
The paupers and the prisoners
Were all assembled there

In came the Christmas pudding
When a voice that shattered glass
Said, "We don't want your Christmas pudding
So stick it
there with the rest of the unwanted presents"

The workhouse master then arose
And prepared to carve the duck
He said "Who wants the parson's nose
And the prisoners shouted
"you have it yourself sir"

The vicar brought his bible
And read out little bits
Said one old crone at the back of the hall
"This man gets on
very well with everybody"

The workhouse mistress then began
To hand out Christmas parcels
The paupers tore the wrappers off
And began to wipe their
eyes, which were full of tears

The master rose to make a speech
But just before he started
The mistress, who was fifteen stone
Gave three loud cheers and
nearly choked herself

And all the paupers then began
To pull their Christmas crackers
One pauper held his too low down
And blew off both his
paper hat and the man's next to him

A steaming bowl of white bread sauce
Was handed round to some
An aged gourmet called aloud
"This bread sauce tastes like
it was made by a continental chef"

Mince pie with custard sauce was next
And each received a bit
One pauper said "The mince pie's nice
But the custard tastes like
the bread sauce we had in the last verse !"

The mistress dishing out the food
Dropped custard down her front
She cried "Aren't I a silly girl"
And they answered "You're a
perfect picture as always ma'am !"

"This pudding ", said the master
"It's solid, hard and thick
how am I going to cut it ?"
And a man cried "Use your
penknife sir, the one with the pearl handle"

The mistress asked the vicar
To entertain his flock
He said "What would you like to see ?"
And they cried "Let's see your
conjuring tricks, they're always worth watching"

"Your reverence may I be excused ?"
Said one benign old chap
"I don't like conjuring tricks
I'd sooner have a
carol or two around the fire"

So then they all began to sing
Which shook the workhouse walls
"Merry Christmas!" cried the master
And the inmates shouted

[Khandro]

Best of luck to you as well sir!

[Spicerack]

I like the poem.

[Peter Pedant]

when I am naughty, I am nice
and when I am naughtier - I nicer

thx to Mae West- when I am good I am....

[Spicerack]

A toast to you Mr Khandro
You are always bucking trends
But your poems would be much better
If you could just remember the
Last line, which you left off again

[david small]

Oh Matron…..

[LadyCG]

You're all completely bonkers...