When unimpressed with turkey and mince pies,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And curse fat Santa with ungrateful cries,
And look on tasteless gifts from folks I hate,
Wishing I had the riches I have not,
Futures like him, like him of funds possess'd,
Desiring this man's wife, and that man's yacht,
With what I most enjoy presented least:
Yet in these thoughts the season most despising,
Haply I dine on Spam,--and then my state
(Like to some butterfly of hope arising
From misty dusk) sings carols at God's gate;
For on sweet Spam I dine with such trimmings
That I relish Christmas joy's o'erbrimmings.

"graham" > wrote in message
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> When unimpressed with turkey and mince pies,
> I all alone beweep my outcast state,
> And curse fat Santa with ungrateful cries,
> And look on tasteless gifts from folks I hate,
> Wishing I had the riches I have not,
> Futures like him, like him of funds possess'd,
> Desiring this man's wife, and that man's yacht,
> With what I most enjoy presented least:
> Yet in these thoughts the season most despising,
> Haply I dine on Spam,--and then my state
> (Like to some butterfly of hope arising
> From misty dusk) sings carols at God's gate;
> For on sweet Spam I dine with such trimmings
> That I relish Christmas joy's o'erbrimmings.

Enjoy, cos you are on yer own boy ))))

Merry Christmas))))


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I have a can of spam, I'm saving it for when I'm snowed in.

On 12/24/2014 3:21 PM, wrote:
> I have a can of spam, I'm saving it for when I'm snowed in.
>
I have one, too. It's in case of a hurricane.

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From somewhere very deep in the heart of Texas

On 12/24/2014 3:30 PM, Janet Wilder wrote:
> On 12/24/2014 3:21 PM, wrote:
>> I have a can of spam, I'm saving it for when I'm snowed in.
>>
> I have one, too. It's in case of a hurricane.

In case of a hurricane, I will probably go to my sister's house, my
brother's lake house, a friend's house or my firstborn's house,
depending on if he loses power, or not. We have a generator, I just need
to take it in and have it serviced.

Becca

On 12/24/2014 2:38 PM, graham wrote:
> When unimpressed with turkey and mince pies,
> I all alone beweep my outcast state,
> And curse fat Santa with ungrateful cries,
> And look on tasteless gifts from folks I hate,
> Wishing I had the riches I have not,
> Futures like him, like him of funds possess'd,
> Desiring this man's wife, and that man's yacht,
> With what I most enjoy presented least:
> Yet in these thoughts the season most despising,
> Haply I dine on Spam,--and then my state
> (Like to some butterfly of hope arising
> From misty dusk) sings carols at God's gate;
> For on sweet Spam I dine with such trimmings
> That I relish Christmas joy's o'erbrimmings.

I'm pretty sure Sheldon would be happy to join you. Fried Spam & eggs.

Jill

Hmmmm, not bad meter. Nice conformance with the
a b a b....cc scheme.
Roget your friend?

'Twas fun to read.

On 25/12/2014 9:59 AM, Kalmia wrote:
> Hmmmm, not bad meter. Nice conformance with the
> a b a b....cc scheme.
> Roget your friend?
>
> 'Twas fun to read.
>
I wish I was the author of the spoof. The original, of course, was the Bard!
Graham

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.

There are no hurricanes in WV and in the last 70 yrs tornados have killed only 2 people. The Shinnston tornado in 1944 killed about 100 tho. For some reason Shinnston had electric street cars that ran on rails, it was a very small town.

On 12/24/2014 9:38 AM, graham wrote:
> When unimpressed with turkey and mince pies,
> I all alone beweep my outcast state,
> And curse fat Santa with ungrateful cries,
> And look on tasteless gifts from folks I hate,
> Wishing I had the riches I have not,
> Futures like him, like him of funds possess'd,
> Desiring this man's wife, and that man's yacht,
> With what I most enjoy presented least:
> Yet in these thoughts the season most despising,
> Haply I dine on Spam,--and then my state
> (Like to some butterfly of hope arising
> From misty dusk) sings carols at God's gate;
> For on sweet Spam I dine with such trimmings
> That I relish Christmas joy's o'erbrimmings.

I'm guessing that a lot of South Koreans will be opening up cans of Spam
on this most festive of holidays. The Japanese, of course, will be
dining on KFC. It's foods like these that really make Christmas special.