The Fairy Tale of the BT Posse!

(with apologies to the Pogues)

 

*Sung in a slightly slurry voice after having a few.....* 
 

It was Christmas Eve, fur

In yon Barney's Bar

An old fur said to me

I’ll have another one

And then he sang a song

A Tweetchoir special tune

I wined a drawn out note

And dreamed about you.

Now I’m a lucky fur

Fourteen and going strong

I’ve got a feeling

This year’s for me and you

So happy Christmas

I love you Posseeeee *howls slightly*

I see a happy year

When all our tweets come through! *sung wistfully*

 *breaks into jaunty rhythm*

They’ve got as much cheese

As you please

They’ve got rivers of beer

They’ve got Wotsits galore

A fine place full of cheer,

 


When you first placed my paw

On a cold laptop key

You promised me

Waterstones waited for me.

 *raucous pub singing*

I was handsome

And witty

King of new Mayfield City

When the sausage stopped coming

I barked out for more

The Tweetchoir was singing

The Zombies were swinging

We peed on the corner

And snootered all night.

The furs of the BT Posse group

Are tweeting all the way

Am, pm and even

Christmas Day.

*in the voice of 'Him Indoors'*

You’re a fur ball

A skunk

You eat any old junk

You lounge round in your basket

And shed lots of fur.

You catch pigeons

And rabbit

Eat apple and carrot

Your waist is expanding

Thank Dog

For the Vet.

The furs of the BT Posse group

Are tweeting all the way

Am, pm and even

Christmas Day.

*sung emmotionally, trembling slightly*

If I can be someone

Then so can anyone

You took my dreams

And made them happen

I wrote them down my friends

And put them in a book

I sold them on the net

And you all bought them!

The furs of the BT Posse group

Are tweeting all the way

Am, pm and even

Christmas Day.

Thank you to all the wonderful dogs and the hupeeps behind the paws of the BT Posse and Twitterland in general for being my pals and supporting me with my book.  You are all pawsome - Happy Christmas!