Reference :- It's been a dickens of a year , and another interesting one lies before us . My son , Ken junior has taken the time ( about 28 seconds ) to write us a Christmas poem .
Ken junior arose early , fed the orpingtons , and then penned a quick poem . It made me chuckle , since the little bugger is tighter than Ebenezer Scrooge , though he obviously spares a thought for those who are drawn into overspending during the festive season . We have had to stick to a strict budget this year , but it is surprising how much fun it is just playing scrabble with Ken junior's mates , Monte ( the motorcycle enthusiast ) and Gabbo ( the aborigine ) . Today I told the lads they can eat as many toasted vegemite sandwiches as they like , and let them crack a tin of Twinings tea we have been saving for the occasion . ( The still was incinerated by the bushfire . It went up with more fireworks than the local petrol station . )
I never win when we play scrabble , sadly . Ken junior is a walking dictionary , and Gabbo manages to cheat with obscure aboriginal words that nobody has heard of . But we can't object or he calls us " wankas " which he says is aboriginal for " linguistic racism " . He got the "W " on a triple letter score too , the lucky bugger . Anyway , here is Ken junior's Poem .
Christmas Advice by Ken junior .
I hope you enjoy Saturnalia ,
Without much paraphernalia ,
There's no need to be chaste ,
But avoid excess waste ,
Lest your credit card totally fail ya.
Seasons greetings . Your comrade , Ken
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