One of the best copywriters I have worked with was Roger Peacock. A true British gentleman and a master with words. Each Christmas, Roger entertained us, Pyramidians and customers, with a limerick. Enjoy the story and have a fantastic Christmas! More insights, though less fun, will come…
As a result of the stock market crash
Poor old Santa has lost all his cash
So this year My Dears
Will end in sad tears
Because all he is left with is trash
All his dwarfs he threw out on the street
Where they beg to get something to eat
His reindeers he shot
To cook in his pot
Or make into nice hamburger meat
Dancer stew proved merely nutritious
Prancer soup smelled really suspicious
But some Indian spice
Mixed with basmati rice
Made Rudolf taste simply delicious!
With his dwarves on the street and his reindeer all eaten
Santa’s on welfare and is totally beaten
But what can he do?
Then out of the blue
Came a scheme that made his broken life sweeten
He started a bank to make himself rich
At first things ran smoothly without any hitch
But then it went bust
And crashed in the dust
Which made poor old Santa develop a twitch
But shortly thereafter cash started to flow
As the large central bank pumped in so much dough
He thinks it so funny
That with taxpayers’ money
Just like fat Wall Street he shouts: ho, ho, ho!!
There’s no sign of Santa crisscrossing the sky
No sleigh with his reindeer zooming up high
No tracks in the snow
No loud ho, ho, ho!
The world is puzzled and shouting out WHY?
The shops are so worried, their profits plunge down
Children weep sadly, their parents all frown
No fat guy to hug
No white hair to tug
Where’s that loveable clown in his red dressing gown?
The truth is so sad and real hard to mention
But it’s got to be told to release all the tension
After breaking his back
Lifting sack after sack
Old Santa is finally drawing his pension!
