John Lennon, Randolf's Party
It was Chrisbus time but Randolph was alone. Where were all his good pals.
Bernie, Dave, Nicky, Alice, Beddy, Freba, Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan,
Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harold? Where were they on this day? Randolf looged
saggly at his only Chrispbut cart from his dad who did not live there.
'I can't understan this being so alonely on the one day of the year when one
would surely spect a pal or two?' thought Rangolf. Hanyway he carrie don putting
ub the desicrations and muzzle toe. All of a surgeon there was amerry timble on
the door. Who but who could be a knockingon my door? He opend it and there
standing there who? but only his pals. Bernie, Dave, Nicky, Alice, Beddy, Freba,
Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan, Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harolb weren't they?
Come on in old pals buddys and mates. With a big griff on his face Randoff
welcombed them. In they came jorking and labbing shoubing 'Haddy Grimmble,
Randoob.' and other hearty, and then they all jumbed on him and did smite him
with mighty blows about his head crying, 'We never liked you all the years we've
known you. You were never really one of us you know, soft head.'
They killed him you know, at least he didn't die alone did he? Mery
Chrustchove, Randolf old pal buddy.