T’was the night before Christmas, and me and the missus
Was watchin’ the telly ‘cos we’d finished the dishes
The kids was all out up the pub or the flicks
Except for our Robbie who was still in the nick
Our slippers was on and our feet were propped up,
I had a beer and herself had a cup
When out the back-yard there arose such a noise!
The missus yelled out “It’s them hooligan boys!”
I threw me beer down and tore open the door
Expectin’ to see a yobbo or more
But what to me wonderin’ eye did appear,
But a Heiniken truck with a full load of beer!
The moon on the dial of the crest-fallen joe
Showed an ashen-faced bloke with expression of woe…
He’d bust through the fence and the bottles were spread
From under the clothes hoist to the door of the shed!
The poor sod had crashed when he’d needed to swerve
And now he just sat with complete loss of nerve.
Well, the cops came around and sorted out the kerfuffle
And the driver climbed down with his hair all a-ruffle
And I picked up some bottles as I reckoned me right
And I snuck 'em inside to have a good night.
© Phil Creer 2010
Season’s Greetings to All!!!
