Christmas Day 2023 Limerick

Christmas Day Limerick 2023 

Christmas Day’s done so that's that
Watching TV and growing fat
With Midwives and Menders
and a shock in Eastenders
but my favourite was Tabby McTat


Richard Ashen

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