Even Crispy Deeps...

Young ViolaMaths went out
On the Feast of Stephen,
Where the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the sun that morn,
Though 'twas bloomin' freezing.
Weatherfolk who say 'twill warm,
Surely are just teasing?

Brave bewellied heroine
Trampled to the garage,
Passing frozen wheelie bin,
And her stranded carriage.
Took a good few moments to
Warm the icy padlock,
Fingers starting to turn blue,
She found frozen haddock!

In another freezer drawer
Lay a complete salmon,
Soon would be his time to thaw,
After toast with spam on.
Back indoors to house she trekked,
Snow bashed off each welly,
With fleece blanket soon bedecked,
Snug in front of telly.

So good folk of internet,
This was then my story.
Pome and blip and doormat wet,
All for supper's glory.
Rest of day will be chilled out,
In the way that's merry,
And if you're in any doubt...
Yes, there will be sherry!


(to the tune of Good King Wenceslas, just in case you haven't already sussed it)