Some "Carols"

O come all ye unfaithful,

Playful and quite rampant,

Put your mistresses away,

And pay alimony for your infants.

In the bleak mid-winter,

Frosty wind made moan,

Ice & snow blocked roads,

Hemmed in by traffic cones.

We three kings of Orient are,

One in a bus, and one in a car,

One on a scooter,

Pipping his hooter,

Wondering where we are.

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2015