‘Twas Christmas Eve, and…

”’Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the house

No one was stirring

The porridge.

“Oh, dear.” commented a passing Scottish mouse.

“It’s going to burn, alright;

And there was me thinking it wasnae Burn’s Night.”

A Scottish mouse, if you can imagine,

That spoke with an accent from the Edinburgh region.

Clad all in tartan

Wearing a kilt;

And brandishing a dirk

With cheese pronged to the hilt.

“Och, well, never mind.”

Opined the Scottish rodent,

McAngus McMouse.

“They’ll not miss this cheese

Whilst they aerate the huis.”

And, so to eat his plunder

Off he went

Until it was time

To give up Lent.

It was still Christmas Eve

And all through the house

The smell of burning porridge wafted

And nothing much else.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s