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| Merry Christmas everyone! |
The rooms are all bomb sites, the children are feral
New guests arrive as the last are departing
Our brains are in a funk, and everyone's farting
Days pass in a haze, we slump and we list
We're fed up of Twister and being half-pissed
Last week we were lively, fresh faced and perky
Now our skin's gone to pot, and our insides are turkey
The mere thought of port makes me want to heave
I won't touch a drop, til at least New Year's Eve
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