the man who was thursday when it would normally be friday

[wytchcroft]

and if the day had been (loosely speaking) a song
maybe something like this*;

well, well, well...

frozen hair in the morning - i'm a Charlie's Angel/Wytch
the bus drivers took fright and looked confused because of it
i was off out to see the children at play
doing sketches and carols and dances today

in amongst the cakes a good faerie i spied
with a gift for yours truly - oh i nearly cried -
a tiny tree so cute, all mine and mine alone
"thank you kind faerie it shall have a good home!"
("it had better!")



so it's on to the shop for a bleary afternoon
sorting books that were donated by a science fiction loon
a geek of my type clearly, it was hard to resist
buying up as many novels as i could grab with my fists

then stumbletown home and the feet by the fire
reading bureaucratic nonsense to bring out the ire
such mail thus disposed of, i can happily scoff
a flan with some chips and ten cigs, cough, cough, cough!

the tree is so pretty
for i've tinseled it good
and i will tend to it nicely
as every wytch should.

.........

Score; free food, one tiny tree, two sci-fi books, some tinsel, coffee.

Fouls; one. Red flag waved at officialdom. (But they may be bullish!)

one substitution:
Our wassail cup is made
Of the finest rosemary
And so is your beer
Of the best barley.
................................................
thanks goodly people (and xmas faery folk) all.



*but probably not.