Thursday 6th January
The twelfth day of Christmas is here
As Anglicans still can adhere
To the day that is right
While Catholics might
Make all holy days disappear
Friday 7th January
In the office I plotted and planned
For Latin to rule o'er the land
Discussion with friends
The joy never ends
Hot water my next task at hand
Saturday 8th January
A fabulous day about town
Showing friends all the sights up and down
A socialite me?
It never could be!
My sorrows in port I shall drown.
Sunday 9th January
Reading Dawkins around Sunday Mass
His arguments only sound crass
More snooker is on
So my sleep is all gone
Good thoughts I attempt to amass
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