The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas
And I sat in the pub
Waiting and hoping
I was getting nice grub
I ordered the turkey
and those brussels sprouts
But there came from the kitchen
One terrific shout

Everyone run
and everyone hide
We've found a mouse
Fortunately it died
But not before he'd ran
Into the cavity
Of the poor turkey
Oh what a travesty

So sitting in the pub
That eventful eve
All I could do
Was sit there and grieve
And ponder inside
Of what could have been
Of that turkey dinner
So yum and supreme

OK not brilliant, but had to write something today (22/8/10)