Festive Spirit
Festive Spirit
Twas Christmas Eve in the underpass.
The shoppers long since fled,
there were bloodstains on the concrete
but who could say who’d bled?
Who sniffed the barmaid’s apron,
who got somewhat tight?
Who looked at someone ‘funny’
and wound up in a fight?
Or does a body lie dismembered…
on the local council tip?
Or was it something silly
like a nosebleed or split lip?
Well, they called out Bodge and Bungle
pride of the local force.
Who after much deliberation
called out Tomato Sauce!
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