Bloody Christmas, here again, Let us raise a loving cup, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, And make them do the washing up |
Bloody Christmas, here again, Let us raise a loving cup, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, And make them do the washing up |
Bloody men are like bloody buses -- you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three others appear. |
I like you more than I would like to have a cigarette. |
I used to think all poets were Byronic. |