On the morning of Christmas,
With bleary-eyed wakings,
ready to relax, And begin the partakings
Of club soda good flavours
But found none waiting
Disabled are we, and fizziness helps
With swallowing gone wonk
And guts that yelp
The Nester’s was closed
Our last hope was the gas
With taxi no service,
Len’s was the cast
“I’m in my PJs” he said,
Getting Christmas music on
“Give me 30 minutes; in 5 I’ll be gone!”
But the co-op was dark
He found with a start
And so he called with heavy heart
“No luck here, nothing to impart”
We thanked him and wished him merry
Promising to write
But later he still
Showed up on the site
“I’m running a promotion,”
He said with a grin
“My 10 000th delivery,
Choose a gift from within!”
I reached inside,
And pulled out soap shaped like beach glass
“You sure you don’t want Shitty Day Tea; a gift for your ass?”
I laughed because I did!
I had heard of this tea
So I exchanged my gift,
Holding the tea with glee.
So while unable
To find an order to provide
He still made sure
That something arrived!
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