/// They don’t face their Yule tree Christmas Morning,
(which they’d taken scant time in adorning).
Since the baby was born
Clarence spent every morn
heaping scorn on his wife without warning.
/// Though his wife remained proper and prim,
Clarence sat far away, looking grim.
Her good name he’d reviled
since he first saw the child;
it did not, he declared, look like him.
/// They don’t face their Yule tree Christmas Morning,
(which they’d taken scant time in adorning).
Since the baby was born
Clarence spent every morn
heaping scorn on his wife without warning.
/// Though his wife remained proper and prim,
Clarence sat far away, looking grim.
Her good name he’d reviled
since he first saw the child;
it did not, he declared, look like him.