Bull went into the shopping mall,

His Christmas presents to buy

A clock for Aunt Maude,

A teapot for Claude

And a kite for his nephew to fly.

 

But Albert the sheep

With considerable cheek

(But on Bull, well, he always relies)

Had asked for a comb and some hair gel and foam

To keep his hair out of his eyes.

 

Now Bull did incline

This request to decline

And his preference was thus to deny

For he thought it a fad.

But to make Christmas glad

He decided to give it a try.

 

Now, Albert had told him,

On this he had sold him,

The best chance he had to comply

Was to divert his custom,

In Shenzhen to trust ‘em

And like everyone else, fly to buy.

 

Bull’s mate Pat concurred

So they followed the herd,

To Heathrow and Stansted and Gatwick,

And they checked in their cases

And took up their places

With Bull standing just behind Patrick.

 

Then they boarded the plane

And Bull did not complain

Though their seats, they were lacking the best room

But he chose to refrain,

Though his bowls it did strain

To follow cow Pat in the restroom.

 

When the plane it did land

Pat could not understand

Why Bull made a bee line for the toilet

But the cause, Bull did claim,

Was the food on the plane

And copious Red Bull to oil it.

 

Pat took Bull by the horn

And on him poured his scorn.

Though the argument came as a blow,

He acknowledged it true

That Bull needed the loo

So Patrick, just went with the flow.

 

Now, to truth I must keep

About Albert the sheep

Who had come to Shenzhen in disguise

To follow his pals

As they shopped in the malls

Intending to give them surprise.

 

Sheep stood in a hat shop

Specifically, that shop

To sell them wool hats in disguise

So when he did advise them

To buy the wrong size then

The hats came down over their eyes.

 

Thus you now see the scale

Of this admirable tale

Which I’ve told, til the cows, they come home.

It’s not about Bull

And it’s more about wool

Than it is about hair gel and foam.

 

So if cows should kow-tow

When before you they bow

and from shopping they’re ready to drop

Or a sheep in disguise

Pulls wool over your eyes

It’s all bull in a south China shop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bull’s Christmas Shopping

 

Bull went into the shopping mall,

His Christmas presents to buy

A clock for Aunt Maude,

A teapot for Claude

And a kite for his nephew to fly.

 

But Albert the sheep

With considerable cheek

(But on Bull, well, he always relies)

Had asked for a comb and some hair gel and foam

To keep his hair out of his eyes.

 

Now Bull did incline

This request to decline

And his preference was thus to deny

For he thought it a fad.

But to make Christmas glad

He decided to give it a try.

 

Now, Albert had told him,

On this he had sold him,

The best chance he had to comply

Was to divert his custom,

In Shenzhen to trust ‘em

And like everyone else, fly to buy.

 

Bull’s mate Pat concurred

So they followed the herd,

To Heathrow and Stansted and Gatwick,

And they checked in their cases

And took up their places

With Bull standing just behind Patrick.

 

Then they boarded the plane

And Bull did not complain

Though their seats, they were lacking the best room

But he chose to refrain,

Though his bowls it did strain

To follow cow Pat in the restroom.

 

 

 

When the plane it did land

Pat could not understand

Why Bull made a bee line for the toilet

But the cause, Bull did claim,

Was the food on the plane

And copious Red Bull to oil it.

 

Pat took Bull by the horn

And on him poured his scorn.

Though the argument came as a blow,

He acknowledged it true

That Bull needed the loo

So Patrick, just went with the flow.

 

Now, to truth I must keep

About Albert the sheep

Who had come to Shenzhen in disguise

To follow his pals

As they shopped in the malls

Intending to give them surprise.

 

Sheep stood in a hat shop

Specifically, that shop

To sell them wool hats in disguise

So when he did advise them

To buy the wrong size then

The hats came down over their eyes.

 

Thus you now see the scale

Of this admirable tale

Which I’ve told, til the cows, they come home.

It’s not about Bull

And it’s more about wool

Than it is about hair gel and foam.

 

So if cows should kow-tow

When before you they bow

and from shopping they’re ready to drop

Or a sheep in disguise

Pulls wool over your eyes

It’s all bull in a south China shop.

 

Michael Forester

December 2015

Tenerife

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bull’s Christmas Shopping

 

Bull went into the shopping mall,

His Christmas presents to buy

A clock for Aunt Maude,

A teapot for Claude

And a kite for his nephew to fly.

 

But Albert the sheep

With considerable cheek

(But on Bull, well, he always relies)

Had asked for a comb and some hair gel and foam

To keep his hair out of his eyes.

 

Now Bull did incline

This request to decline

And his preference was thus to deny

For he thought it a fad.

But to make Christmas glad

He decided to give it a try.

 

Now, Albert had told him,

On this he had sold him,

The best chance he had to comply

Was to divert his custom,

In Shenzhen to trust ‘em

And like everyone else, fly to buy.

 

Bull’s mate Pat concurred

So they followed the herd,

To Heathrow and Stansted and Gatwick,

And they checked in their cases

And took up their places

With Bull standing just behind Patrick.

 

Then they boarded the plane

And Bull did not complain

Though their seats, they were lacking the best room

But he chose to refrain,

Though his bowls it did strain

To follow cow Pat in the restroom.

 

 

 

When the plane it did land

Pat could not understand

Why Bull made a bee line for the toilet

But the cause, Bull did claim,

Was the food on the plane

And copious Red Bull to oil it.

 

Pat took Bull by the horn

And on him poured his scorn.

Though the argument came as a blow,

He acknowledged it true

That Bull needed the loo

So Patrick, just went with the flow.

 

Now, to truth I must keep

About Albert the sheep

Who had come to Shenzhen in disguise

To follow his pals

As they shopped in the malls

Intending to give them surprise.

 

Sheep stood in a hat shop

Specifically, that shop

To sell them wool hats in disguise

So when he did advise them

To buy the wrong size then

The hats came down over their eyes.

 

Thus you now see the scale

Of this admirable tale

Which I’ve told, til the cows, they come home.

It’s not about Bull

And it’s more about wool

Than it is about hair gel and foam.

 

So if cows should kow-tow

When before you they bow

and from shopping they’re ready to drop

Or a sheep in disguise

Pulls wool over your eyes

It’s all bull in a south China shop.

 

Michael Forester

December 2015

Tenerife

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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