(a Christmas card by a British playwright)
A stupid horse and cow, they say,
Called for convenience, ox and ass,
Stood in a stable munching hay:
A rather stupid sort of grass.
It seems a village girl was there:
A rather stupid sort of maid,
Whose husband was a carpenter:
A rather stupid sort of trade.
Her child was lying in a stall:
A rather stupid place to sleep;
And stupid shepherds came to call
With stupid lambs and stupid sheep.
The angels sang, et cetera,
Some songs of this world and the next,
And so fulfilled from Isaiah
A rather stupid sort of text.
From Boundaries
