Christmas is coming!

As we're rapidly sliding towards Christmas, here's a little ditty - inspired by Turkeys & Trotters.


For those who can't make out my soft, Dorset lilt - here's the words behind the noise...

Christmas with all the trimmings – Mrs Turkey’s lament

Mrs T was all of a feather
‘What shall we eat?’
She was at the end of her tether
Her parson knows - a wing and a prayer
Her leg was dark, her breast ‘twas bare
The chicks did fret, they wanted gobble
Ma’s beak was weak, it began to wobble
Her knife was ready, paired with a fork
Oh stuff this rhyme! Let’s all have pork!