Good evening my fellow bush men and women. Boatnose Panbow here with another one of my fantastic festive poems for you and your friends (or foes) to feast on.
Also, thank you for all of your presents! I have, for now, asked that you do not send any more fan mail as my woodland mailbox is full.
Anyway, here is a poem from my forthcoming festive poetry book 'Christmas with Boatnose.'
Twas the night before Christmas
When botanise the brave
Awoke from his slumber
To exit his cave
The crisp winter air
Gave botanise a shock
So he wrapped up in layers
And doubled on socks
Soon the sky was black
The sun had said it's goodbye
So botanise the fearless forager
Sat down to eat some pie
This was not just any pie,
From Iceland, marks or Asda
It was filled with the finest beast brewed broth
And hearty heartland pasta
Botanise delved
Botanise scoffed
Til soon the pie was gone
And just as he laid back to look at the sky he recited his scavenger song
He only made it to the first verse
He is the reason why
As botnose reached the chorus
Santa appeared in the sky
For a moment boathouse was shocked
For he didn't know what to do
He plucked an arrow from his bag
With a bow that was made of yew
He took aim
and fired towards the sky
He hit a reindeer in the head
And watched it fall and die
It may sound like a nasty tale
But let me tell you now
With his deer he brewed the finest stew
With beast, veggies and fowl.
Let me me know what you think of my wonderful poetry.
Boatnose 'Shakin Stevens' Panbow
Also, thank you for all of your presents! I have, for now, asked that you do not send any more fan mail as my woodland mailbox is full.
Anyway, here is a poem from my forthcoming festive poetry book 'Christmas with Boatnose.'
Twas the night before Christmas
When botanise the brave
Awoke from his slumber
To exit his cave
The crisp winter air
Gave botanise a shock
So he wrapped up in layers
And doubled on socks
Soon the sky was black
The sun had said it's goodbye
So botanise the fearless forager
Sat down to eat some pie
This was not just any pie,
From Iceland, marks or Asda
It was filled with the finest beast brewed broth
And hearty heartland pasta
Botanise delved
Botanise scoffed
Til soon the pie was gone
And just as he laid back to look at the sky he recited his scavenger song
He only made it to the first verse
He is the reason why
As botnose reached the chorus
Santa appeared in the sky
For a moment boathouse was shocked
For he didn't know what to do
He plucked an arrow from his bag
With a bow that was made of yew
He took aim
and fired towards the sky
He hit a reindeer in the head
And watched it fall and die
It may sound like a nasty tale
But let me tell you now
With his deer he brewed the finest stew
With beast, veggies and fowl.
Let me me know what you think of my wonderful poetry.
Boatnose 'Shakin Stevens' Panbow
