There once was a fellow from Leeds
Had some real dark and rather sick needs
Shouted “Bring me a goat
Two small kids and a boat
And a full yard of glass anal beads”
Each December we put up a tree
Decorate it with oh so much glee
Then we watch as it dies
As we gorge on mince pies
Christmas pudding, cold turkey and brie
A poor fellow addicted to crack
Pimped himself cos he couldn’t go back
To his family and wife
Though he missed his old life
He was also quite hooked on ball sack

LOL! Love the Leeds one (am from Leeds originally)
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Really? How very fab. Im in Halifax but used to work in Leeds Years ago.
U understand the darkness of the place then lol
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I miss the North a lot! Miss the darkness, the way people greet each other with ‘so, what do you know?’ and I miss the sharp cold air.
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Oh then you would be in your element this morning because it’s freezing cold a gorgeous criso blanket of snow covers the ground and it’s pitch black with not a breath of wind
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Lush! Has anyone asked you what you know yet?
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Ha im only one in yet but the day is still young
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