Limericks (July 23)

He sleeps now for almost a year
And who could blame the old dear?
His sleigh’s been garaged
By Nigel Farage,
But about politics Santa won't care

24's at an end, hallelujah

He sleeps now for almost a year
And who could blame the old dear?
His sleigh’s been garaged
By Nigel Farage,

He sleeps now for almost a year
And who could blame the old dear?
His sleigh’s been garaged

He sleeps now for almost a year
And who could blame the old dear?

The elves have confirmed that's the case
He’s so tired, he’s in a daze,
Poor Santa's worn out
Let’s give him a shout
Before he reports back to base.

He sleeps now for almost a year

The elves have confirmed that's the case
He’s so tired, he’s in a daze,
Poor Santa's worn out
Let’s give him a shout

The elves have confirmed that's the case
He’s so tired, he’s in a daze,
Poor Santa's worn out

The elves have confirmed that's the case
He’s so tired, he’s in a daze

I think Santa's forgot my address
As I recently moved. What a mess,confused
I rang SHO
"Not on good list, NO"
I think that Santa's feeling used

The elves have confirmed that's the case

I think Santa's forgot my address
As I recently moved.What a mess,confused
I rang SHO
"Not on good list,NO"

I think Santa's forgot my address,
As I recently moved. What a mess. confused
I rang SHO

I think Santa's forgot my address,
As I recently moved. What a mess.

I'm watching for reindeer on route
And a flying gent in a red suit
Oh dear it's foggy
Call in the moggy,
Dressed up as an angel, so cute.

I think Santa's forgot my address,

I'm watching for reindeer on route
And a flying gent in a red suit
Oh dear it's foggy
Call in the moggy

I'm watching for reindeer on route
And a flying gent in a red suit
Oh dear it’s foggy

I'm watching for reindeer on route
And a flying gent in a red suit

I know a lovely path through the woods
Beware of lurkers, up to no good
And my bare feet don't help
In heat I would melt
So back to my own neighbourhood

I'm watching for reindeer on route

I know a lovely path through the woods
Beware of lurkers, up to no good
And my bare feet don't help
In heat I would melt

I know a lovely path through the woods
Beware of lurkers, up to no good
And my bare feet don't help

I know a lovely path through the woods
Beware of lurkers, up to no good

Instead I'll go ride my bike
Or perhaps just go for a hike
No walking shoes though
Can't think where to go
I'm free, so I'll go where I like.

I know a lovely path through the woods

Instead I'll go ride my bike
Or perhaps just go for a hike
No walking shoes though
Can't think where to go

Instead I'll go ride on my bike
Or perhaps just go for a hike
No walking shoes though

Instead I'll go ride on my bike
Or perhaps just go for a hike

Still better than swimming with sharks
Or chased by a bulldog that barks
Both of these might bite
Or cause lots of fright
Not great fun things to do for larks

Instead I'll go ride on my bike