From: cujo@petitmorte.net   
      
   Will Dockery  wrote in news:1767185623-   
   3274@newsgrouper.org:   
      
   >   
   > nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) posted:   
   >> "Will-Dockery" wrote:   
   >> > NancyGene wrote:   
   >>   
   >> >> Christmas   
   >> >> by W.H. Davies   
   >> >>   
   >> >> Christmas has come, let's eat and drink"   
   >> >> This is no time to sit and think;   
   >> >> Farewell to study, books and pen,   
   >> >> And welcome to all kinds of men.   
   >> >> Let all men now get rid of care,   
   >> >> And what one has let others share;   
   >> >> Then 'tis the same, no matter which   
   >> >> Of us is poor, or which is rich.   
   >> >> Let each man have enough this day,   
   >> >> Since those that can are glad to pay;   
   >> >> There's nothing now too rich or good   
   >> >> For poor men, not the King's own food.   
   >> >> Now like a singing bird my feet   
   >> >> Touch earth, and I must drink and eat.   
   >> >> Welcome to all men: I'll not care   
   >> >> What any of my fellows wear;   
   >> >> We'll not let cloth divide our souls,   
   >> >> They'll swim stark naked in the bowls.   
   >> >> Welcome, poor beggar: I'll not see   
   >> >> That hand of yours dislodge a flea,"   
   >> >> While you sit at my side and beg,   
   >> >> Or right foot scratching your left leg.   
   >> >> Farewell restraint: we will not now   
   >> >> Measure the ale our brains allow,   
   >> >> But drink as much as we can hold.   
   >> >> We'll count no change when we spend gold;   
   >> >> This is no time to save, but spend,   
   >> >> To give for nothing, not to lend.   
   >> >> Let foes make friends: let them forget   
   >> >> The mischief-making dead that fret   
   >> >> The living with complaint like this"   
   >> >> "He wronged us once, hate him and his."   
   >> >> Christmas has come; let every man   
   >> >> Eat, drink, be merry all he can.   
   >> >> Ale's my best mark, but if port wine   
   >> >> Or whisky's yours"let it be mine;   
   >> >> No matter what lies in the bowls,   
   >> >> We'll make it rich with our own souls.   
   >> >> Farewell to study, books and pen,   
   >> >> And welcome to all kinds of men.   
   >>   
   >> William knows where you live, Will   
   >   
   > The poet?   
   >   
   > George Dance posted the poem at 8:23 am that morning.   
      
   Another Dreckweasel non-sequitur! The poor Douchebag must have forgotten   
   to snip.   
      
   Looks like Team Douchebag is in disarray! Heavens!   
      
   --   
   "Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign   
   that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets   
   another asskicking from Pendragon   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)