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Magi
The babe in the manger awoke
As the Magi made their entrance
Minding their silk shoes on the stable floor
Miraculously, the babe arose
Swaddled in pink terry toweling
She spake
"I am the Messiah", she said
"Oh sorry, wrong stable," muttered the Magi
Sheepishly making their way out
through the press of kneeling animals
"Excuse me, beg pardon, Dobbin."
"Oh myrrh", said the babe in irritation
Hearing the farts of the departing camels
Until she remembered her elevated position.
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Posted 28th Nov 2000

	Magi The babe in the manger awoke As the Magi made their entrance Minding their silk shoes on the stable floor Miraculously, the babe arose Swaddled in pink terry toweling She spake "I am the Messiah", she said "Oh sorry, wrong stable," muttered the Magi Sheepishly making their way out through the press of kneeling animals "Excuse me, beg pardon, Dobbin." "Oh myrrh", said the babe in irritation Hearing the farts of the departing camels Until she remembered her elevated position.	Great gift! Poems from this site and lots more. Tell me more... More poems Winter poems Home page
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