Well just for you TDE, here’s one more with compliments of the season:
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney for access
(Number 24 hoped they'd be filled by an actress).
Thunderpussy was dressing the last of the tree
In the hopes of receiving a Carry On DVD.
While DZ was writing to Santa most eager:
"Dear Santa, any chance of another Omega?"
Bond Vivant and Matt S. studied their stockings’ fine cloth,
Comparing it at turns to a Dior Homme swatch.
And Someone was plotting the final call sheet
for Santa's trip south, come rain, snow or sleet;
Sir Miles was already tucked up in bed,
Dreaming of another title win for the Reds;
The Domino Effect was vividly dreaming,
Of intermissions filled with dairy ice creaming.
Silhouette Man, HardyBoy and Shady Tree,
All dreamt of a lock-in at the S&BG.
Thunderbird Two, Lady Rose, and CHB
Slept the sleep of the righteous (or too much Chablis?)
Gebruder Gumboldt and Sir Hilary Bray,
Dreamt of watching OHMSS again Christmas Day.
In the bunk bed above Napoleon Plural was solo,
While in the bunk bed below Superado played Cluedo.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a whacking great sleigh and eight wheezing reindeer.
Two little old drivers sat laughing so well,
I knew in a moment - it was C&D and Barbel.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney came Charmed and Barbel with a bound.
And I laughed when I saw them, in spite of myself;
They'd brought Asp 9mm with them - that wily old elf.
A wink of Charmed's eye and a nod of Barbel's head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their bag;
And filled all the stockings with lots of Bond swag.
A Billy Reid peacoat; a prop Goldeneye mine;
Eva Green in her stockings for WaltherP99.
And the piece de resistance, in a style no way muted,
Some trainers for Higgins in a green 'orribly putrid.
Asp chuckled to himself, he was having a ball:
As the trainers he delivered were two sizes too small.
With their sleigh towed by those of the reindeer persuasion,
Off they flew to write more imagin’ry conversation.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they flew out of sight:
“Happy Christmas to all, though 'tis No Time For Flight!”
In spite of the regretable Eva Green situation I can say the Christmas Pantomime, and perhaps especially this one, has made my December a better one for me. But not as much as Eva would have
As Christmas is almost over, I just wanted to say how much fun it was to collaborate, if
only in a small way with the more talented members of AJB007 in the Panto. -{
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
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Careful, that doesn’t come with wafers
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney for access
(Number 24 hoped they'd be filled by an actress).
Thunderpussy was dressing the last of the tree
In the hopes of receiving a Carry On DVD.
While DZ was writing to Santa most eager:
"Dear Santa, any chance of another Omega?"
Bond Vivant and Matt S. studied their stockings’ fine cloth,
Comparing it at turns to a Dior Homme swatch.
And Someone was plotting the final call sheet
for Santa's trip south, come rain, snow or sleet;
Sir Miles was already tucked up in bed,
Dreaming of another title win for the Reds;
The Domino Effect was vividly dreaming,
Of intermissions filled with dairy ice creaming.
Silhouette Man, HardyBoy and Shady Tree,
All dreamt of a lock-in at the S&BG.
Thunderbird Two, Lady Rose, and CHB
Slept the sleep of the righteous (or too much Chablis?)
Gebruder Gumboldt and Sir Hilary Bray,
Dreamt of watching OHMSS again Christmas Day.
In the bunk bed above Napoleon Plural was solo,
While in the bunk bed below Superado played Cluedo.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a whacking great sleigh and eight wheezing reindeer.
Two little old drivers sat laughing so well,
I knew in a moment - it was C&D and Barbel.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney came Charmed and Barbel with a bound.
And I laughed when I saw them, in spite of myself;
They'd brought Asp 9mm with them - that wily old elf.
A wink of Charmed's eye and a nod of Barbel's head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their bag;
And filled all the stockings with lots of Bond swag.
A Billy Reid peacoat; a prop Goldeneye mine;
Eva Green in her stockings for WaltherP99.
And the piece de resistance, in a style no way muted,
Some trainers for Higgins in a green 'orribly putrid.
Asp chuckled to himself, he was having a ball:
As the trainers he delivered were two sizes too small.
With their sleigh towed by those of the reindeer persuasion,
Off they flew to write more imagin’ry conversation.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they flew out of sight:
“Happy Christmas to all, though 'tis No Time For Flight!”
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
Cos you have come across as the heroic beefcake you really are
Right, it's off to the stage door now in the hope of an autograph or two...I brought "The Autobiography of Dell" for Higgins to sign.
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
Number 24, I'll make sure that Eva takes a trip to Norway for New Year
Stoopid Higgins, stoopid green, stoopid egg.
only in a small way with the more talented members of AJB007 in the Panto. -{
....same time next year?
Re next year, let me just check my diary..... yes, yes I think I can squeeze in a few more imaginary conversations...