Ab Carols - Day One.

[DTCwordfan]

A number of carols have been tweaked in recent days for ABers' use in the run into Christmas and not many of you have been spared, some 250 of you have been included.

A couple a day shall be published, so don't despair if you haven't been included. For the few of this who wish to be seasonal killjoys, just don't bother reading them! However, it is all meant as a bit of silly fun.

So Carol 1

Oh, come, all ABers faithful,
Joyful and triumphant!
Oh, come ye, oh, come ye to Ed’s mayhem;
Come and behold him
Born the LieInKing lover of bagels:
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Gnome and Ed.

Highest, most holey,
Bight and Bight of caramel,
Born by a vet surgeon,
A Lion he comes;
Cat and a Father
Now in Purina Ads appearing!
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Gnome and Ed.

Sing, choirs of ABers,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of AB above!
Glory to Ed
Needs the highest chair:
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Gnome and Ed.

Yea, LIK, we greet thee,
Drunk this happy morning;
ZacsMaster , to thee be an ale given!
Word of Venator,
Flat in flesh appearing!
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Oh, come, let us adore him,
Gnome and Ed.


Carol 2

O little town of JTH-ahem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and Em-less sleep
The jno stars go by.
Yet in AB streets shineth
The everlasting goodlife Light;
The hopes and fears of sandyroe’s years
Are met in AB to-night.

O truthabound’s stars, together
Proclaim the WatchTower birth!
And praises sing to a Lilacben,
And peace to ABers on R&S “earth”.
For Lazygun is after JWers
And atheists gathered all above,
While Cruciformist sleeps, the Night Owls keep
Their vigil of post-midnight musical love.

How silently, how silently,
The wildwood gift is given;
So Jem imparts to AB hearts
The comedy of Her Heaven.
No ear may hear Her coming,
But in this Marval of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Starbuckone’s still,
Then Ludwig enters in.

Where Body and Soulers pure and happy
Pray to the Beguiled,
Where advice cries out to we,
Gordie needs remedy for her piles;
Where Sqad stands watching
And Tinks holds wide the under-door,
The dark recesses wakes, the bottom glory breaks,
And Sqad’s Christmas comes once more.

O little town of JTH-and-Em,
Brighton to us, Jogger prays!
Cast out Blackpool and enter in,
Switzerland for her to-day.
We hear the AB sages,
The Euphemia dosages tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Sqad’s Ibuprofen, O Hell!

Hope you enjoy them and have a wee laugh...
My best wishes to all mentioned here!

[Zacs-Master]

And thankyou Santa (where are my manners!)

[DTCwordfan]

You are in somewhere, Mamya, (not tonight!).......thanks though.

[marval]

Very good DT, from a sinful Marval.