And I had to go crash my car into someone’s who was literally drinking milk when I mounted my first curb.
He could almost call me mum and must be thinking that’s how all mums drive.
I don’t blame him, I am a sexist driver myself
and I shan’t go there
So it has to happen like now, as in the school holiday
when my redempttion for sanity is to head out (with the car)
I’ve tasted luxury and it has become a necessity
So we can’t go do Christmas shopping
and we can’t go get the tree
We are stuck …. at home
and I reckoned the next best alternative to saving my sanity
is to keep those hands busy
So we made Frosty, Rudy and Santa
And because we don’t want them to end up like us
We give them a car and a rocket
We could probably give them some toys and more
but first, we need more toilet paper rolls
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