Percy lusted each night for O. Wood.
But to tell him? That'd do him no good.
Then one evening in fall,
Percy breathed, "I'd kiss Ol."
His love woke him and said, "Well, you should."
Percy's Christmas did not start out pleasant.
He came home to find Ol'd burned the pheasant.
Wood kissed from his lips
The mashed-up parsnips,
Said, "Come in the bedroom for your present."