More from misery guts

Leave out a drink for Santa?
that’s about as likely as chestnuts
roasting by an open fire
and it does seem to be the season
for an open fire,
big guns on a no-deal from those who don’t feel
as if they’re quite the ticket and it is anyway a
bit leg before wicket init?
no balls
are balls, but they don’t count, a bit like the
silent majority,
shoot me
Santa’s getting sod all to drink
I need it for myself.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.