There's a sleigh on me lawn, full of tat And a bloke lying near, red and fat It certainly gives pause To think Santa Clause Could arrive quite as plastered as that
Two tramps spend a long time in wait. "Let's go," one says, "Godot is late." "I'm sure that he'll come," Says the other, face glum. They don't move, but continue to wait.
Please guide me, by thy steadfast hand A pilgrim through this barren land You're mighty, I'm weak Deliv'rance I seek And food evermore's what I've planned.
Tom Cromwell served Henry (mark 8) Juggling life, limb and law for the state Though for long years traduced His repute's now been spruced - for the next episode, we can't wait!