And not one to make you merry,
In the gathering gloom,
In a shady room,
Big Roy met the Christmas Fairy.
It’s tough at the top my dear,
So I need some Christmas cheer,
A gallon of Grouse,
Sent to my house,
And at least ten grates of beer.
I’ve given this job a lot,
But I don’t want to sound besot,
But months on the road,
And a huge workload,
Have taken much more than I’ve got.
So I’d like a big Rolls Royce,
And the hotel room of my choice,
To eat A-la-Carte,
And that’s just the start,
Before I can say let’s rejoice.
There are plenty of things that we need,
Just to bring us up to test speed,
But a few hundred grand,
With a few in my hand,
Would certainly sow the right seed.
I hear that they may offer a contract,
To those with a body not suspect,
So I’m taking the pills,
To cure all ills,
Is a big salary too much to expect?
But just as Big Roy awoke,
The fairy vanished in a puff of white smoke,
And just as we feared,
His dreams disappeared,
And he discovered our Christmas joke!
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone.
Clarence Hiles
Editor
