Merry Christmas

And all the babies in all the world were on the tree, dangling, swaying in the fruitful breeze. Their mummies were not pleased with the turn of events, and noted this on a small piece of corrugated iron. The next-door neighbours were told not to use complicated words such as antidisestablishmentarianism or multiplex cinemas, not that the local porridge oat manufacturer had anything to say on the matter.
In the end they decided that the best course of action would be to stop playing golf altogether and put all their efforts into the banana trade. This said, they were not completely in agreement as to the whereabouts of the spoon. What the cat wrangler thought of this, we shall never know. His body was discovered the following Tuesday in a pint of Budweiser.









Paul