The Thriftys were a careful bunch, they liked to save a penny,
When it came to Christmas cheer, they'd rarely give you any,
When passing by a shop's display of toys, young thrifty moaned,
Mum Thrifty's heart began to melt, "son, we'll make our own",
So back at home they got to work on making Christmas fayre,
They baked sweet treats and mulled spiced wine and sewed new clothes to wear,
On Christmas morn the children woke to presents at their bed,
And though they smiled at all their gifts, they'd hoped for Wiis instead.
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The aim is to write a rhyme every day- no matter if it scans or not. It's just a little test to get the creative juices flowing. I mainly write them on the train in the morning.
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