For my mate Stuart. I've sent you a lovely card this Christmas. You're a hell of a guy and we all love you....Love Stuart XXXXXXX
It's sad to be alone when it's your birthday
It's sad to be alone when it is not
I sent myself a greetings card
Remembering my name was hard
Then Royal Mail lost it - Thanks a lot! ! !
Three times I rang the local radio station
And dedicated songs to my mate Stu
But Stuart's really me
And I have missed all three
And other times I try but can't get through
My answer phone is all clogged up with greetings
It seems like friends will never leave me be
But when I play them back
In one long playing stack
It seems they all sound very much like me
A group of us go out each week together
We're such a zany party seeking crew
In taxis we compete
We only need one seat
For me, myself, and I and also Stu
Merry Christmas Stuart we all love you
Say all the cards that I received last Yule
But it is no surprise
Same pattern and same size
And all the same handwriting as a rule
I always set the table for a party
And lay each place with napkin ring and hat
You hear our motley crew
Sing "Merry Christmas Stu"
And "Have a Great New Year" and stuff like that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem