Bit early but still…
Just checking the submission process 🙂
Well, that’s my excuse…
Shirl was full of Christmas cheer,
turkey, pud and gals of beer.
So stuffed was she, she couldn’t shift
her bulk around, and Len got miffed.
Carting mince pies to and fro,
from dawn to dusk on the go
he’d been, and now he’d had enough.
Hungover, feeling pretty rough
he kicked Shirl hard, in the head.
Instead of dragging her to bed
he slung her out, in the flurry
and buried her in quite a hurry!
By which time he was so done in,
he drowned himself in Gordons gin,
gorged himself on cake galore,
then passed out cold, on the floor.
Shirl poor sod, despite her shrieks,
wasn’t found for many weeks.
So Len now spends all of his days
banged up in HMP Strangeways.