BD Monocle

The man with the monocle

Walked up to the bar
And ordered his favourite Gin...
(And this is, of course, the way in which
Every good story begins...)

He limped to his seat,

As he had blistered feet,

To let his new situation sink in

 

For his sins, so it goes,

And his numerous woes,

He would get presents of varying size.

Four and twenty in number

From the 1st of December,

Fear struck was his monocled eye.

 

He should learn that the paw

From a Monkey of yore

Is a devil and wicked old thing,

But he'd made the request that

Gifts litter his desk

And now he's experiencing the sting.

 

So take care in what you wish for

As they do so often come true

And be thankful that the blistered, monocled man

Is receiving these gifts, and not you.