'Twas the night after Christmas when, all round the house,
The wind was a-howling whilst the rain gave a douse.
The trees swayed tremendously, threatening to fall
I wondered what would become of us all!
The folk of Torbay, nestled snug in their beds
Pulled their bed covers tightly, up over their heads;
When, out in the park, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Then, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But some revellers drinking their bottles of beer!
With substantial meals, the pubs offer drinks
But these chaps need more than two bevvies, methinks!
From houses and care homes, the people were staring,
Not happy because the boozers were swearing,
As one took a drink from the hand of another
Whilst drunkenly slurring, “Oi luvs ya, bruvver!”
Amidst all the rumpus, a blue light was flashing
As on to the scene a ‘jam sandwich’ came flashing.
From which there appeared two smart boys in blue,
As young as if straight from school, I tell you.
They were given a welcome as one would to a friend
As they encouraged the chaps their antics to end.
Patiently for their departure we waited,
Whilst the noise of the storm had still not abated.
Now fully awake, I knew what to do:
I’d head for the kitchen to make a good brew.
There’s nothing like having a hot mug of tea
Whilst opening up Gransnet, online friends to see!
No matter the hour, there is someone on there,
To whom one can write a few words to share.
I hope you’ve survived my attempt at some verse
And that today's weather will not become worse.
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore