The weather is still so horrid
The kinda weather to make potes florid
But do versifiers rave about stew?
Noo, noo, noo, noo, noo, noo, noo, noo, noo
Your own kitchen is your oyster
While the kids all frolic and royster
So think about tender beef stew
Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo
And who’s got a fave Yule ditty
With seasoning, wise and witty?
Only OZ and L Dubya too?
Who, who, who, who, who, who, who, who, who?
https://charioteers.org/2012/12/02/yuletide-poetry-competition-19th-december-2012/
Boadicea's Chariot 
Smugly polishes claws on chest and slinks off to find a piccie for LW’s comp.
OZ
Looks like being a rhyme-off between the two of you at this rate. 😦
Stew, stew, glorious stew!
But for Christmas dinner
It simply won’t do.
Sheona, excellent! Is the mud song a carol? OK, consider yourself entered! 🙂
Not a carol, Janus, but Flanders and Swann.
Can’t let OZ get too smug so here is another one.
I like sprouts.
Thanks, Nym! I’m grateful for LW’s pome and deeply hurt by it. 🙂
(To the tune of “O Tannenbaum” – aka “The Red Flag”)
O Brussel sprout, poor Brussel sprout,
Why do so many hate you?
With turkey raw or overcooked,
Disgusting bread sauce looks like puke,
There’s so much worse than you. Ne’er fear,
I’ll keep the sprout flag flying here.