Sing a song of sixpence – here’s a silly verse

What was the last thing you did for play or fun?

Sing a song of sixpence

Feet are made of clay

None of this is serious

This is how I play.

They should have made me Laureate

I’d have made it fun.

Just write silly poems

Here’s another one.

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Should have been a Carol

But Mighty Tom was there

Snow is in the very sod

But there’s no winter fuel

Cousin Rachel’s she’s in charge

She says the cupboard’s bare.

Must have been the other folk

They left nothing there.

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Tinsel in the manger

Twinkle little star

Kings can’t get to Bethlehem

They’re old it’s way too far.

Santa’s stuck in traffic

All the roads are jammed

Reindeer mightn’t make it

We hope that Amazon can.

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All the girls just blame the boys

The boys all blame the men

Santa’s in his grotto

And it all comes round again.

Hark the Herald Angels

Shepherds in a field

Not much time for all of that

But keep the glasses filled.

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This is tripe and nonsense

Silly, senseless verse

It’s my excuse to play around

It doesn’t get much worse.

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Spurs are up at Arsenal

Palace down the road

The King is in his castle

The Queen in borrowed robes

Musk is in his counting house

Counting out the money

Down comes a blackbird

And pecks Kier Starmer’s nose.

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Stuff your face with Turkey

Lovely roasted spuds

Parsnips, extra gravy

Who wants Brussels sprouts?

If you’re turning vegan

Do not tell your mum!

Baby in a manger

No room at the inn

How’d you dare not stuff your face

We’re celebrating him?

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What you doing Christmas?

Will you be away?

They’re slaughtering the first born

So we don’t think we’ll stay.

We’ll head on up to Egypt

Out of Herod’s way

All the world loves refugees

So we’ll be on our way.

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Come all ye faithful

Come to Israel

Away in awful danger

They are bombing infants there.

But hey we all recycle

And some stop eating meat

We’re attacking climate change

So guess the world is safe?

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So here’s to merry Christmas

Everyone have fun

Forget about the future

The time to play’s begun.

We are all wassailing

And full of Christmas cheer

Forget about the serious stuff

The best time of the year.

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I don’t know where this gets us

I just set out to play

I tried to switch my left brain off

And just to have some fun

Here we go round the mulberry bush

It’s just a silly song.

All of that is in the past.

The future’s just begun.