Hark the angels sing

"Hark! The Herald Angels Sing"

hark! the herald angels sing
"glory to the newborn king!"
peace on earth, and mercy mild
god and sinners reconciled
joyful all ye nations rise
join the triumph of the skies
with th'angelic host proclaim
"christ is born in bethlehem."
hark! the herald angels sing
"glory to the newborn king!"

christ, by highest heav'n adored
christ the everlasting lord
late in time behold him come
offspring of the favored one
veiled in flesh, the godhead see
hail th'incarnate deity
pleased, as man with men to dwell
jesus, our immanuel!
hark! the herald angels sing
"glory to the newborn king!"

oh, oh, oh
ah

hail! the heav'n born prince of peace!
hail! the son of righteousness!
light and life to all he brings
ris'n with healing in his wings

(mild he lays his glory by)
born that man no more may die
born to raise the sons of earth
born to give them second birth
hark! the herald angels sing
"glory to the newborn king!"

When Freddie had spaghetti
it was something of a sight.
He would spin it with his fingers.
He would whip it left and right.

He would swing it in a circle.
He would toss it in the air.
He would flip it on his forehead.
He would wear it in his hair.

He would put it in his pockets.
He would stuff it in his socks.
He would cram it into cabinets.
He would squash it onto clocks.

He would drape it on the table.
He would pour it on the floor.
He would stick it to the windows,
and then ask to have some more.

He would play with it all morning,
through the afternoon, and night,
but he didn't like the taste
so Freddie never ate a bite.

--Kenn Nesbitt

I think my dad is Dracula.
I know that sounds insane,
but listen for a moment and
allow me to explain.

We don't live in a castle,
and we never sleep in caves.
But, still, there's something weird
about the way my dad behaves.

I never see him go out
in the daytime when it's light.
He sleeps all day till evening,
then he leaves the house at night.

He comes home in the morning
saying, "Man, I'm really dead!"
He kisses us goodnight, and then
by sunrise he's in bed.

My mom heard my suspicion
and she said, "You're not too swift.
Your father's not a vampire.
He just works the graveyard shift."

--Kenn Nesbitt

JOHN KEY MAKES A 'GAY' JOKE

Prime Minister  Mr Key jokingly criticized a red top worn by presenter Jamie Mackay in an interview on The Farming Show.''What you're wearing is an absolute disgrace. You parade yourself as some sort of centre-right interested community leader and you're in the red," he said. painfully hurting Jamie with those words was not impressed with his behavior but still carrying on pretending that he didn't here anything.

Later in the segment he described Mackay's top as "gay" in an exchange about golf.
''You're munted mate. You're never going to make it. You've got that gay red top on.''
    

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