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'Twas the night before Jouvert 


. . .  and all through the yard,

no bomb tune was missing, no arrangement too hard.

The racks and the pans were made ready with care,

In hopes that St. Bradley soon would be there.


The panmen were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of road march danced in their heads.

Moms in her paint, and I feelin fine

had gone out a road for a jump and a wine.


When out in the street there arose such a clatter,

I ran from the yard to see what was the matter.

Down to the Savannah I flew like a flash,

To see who would win the prizewinning cash. 


The moon on the tops of the canopies bright

Gave the lustre of mid-day although it was night.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a truck hauling racks and a cooler of beer.


The little old driver, so bright and alive

I knew in a moment ‘twas the spirit of Clive!

He was dressed for the road, in white, black, and red.

(but I could tell he was doing some maths in his head)


A bag of spare hooks he had in the back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes, how they twinkled~!  His dimples, how merry~!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry~!


He had a sweet face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

He was fit and in shape, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.


His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

the score for a tune he held tight in his hand,

And the sound!  It encircled my head from the band.


A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

He counted the intro; then turned with a jerk,


and laying his finger aside of his nose,

then giving a nod as the music it rose,

he sprang to the stage, to his band gave a shout,

and the bomb tune they played, they turned the place out~!

As dry leaves before the hurricane fly

when they meet with the wind, straight up to the sky,

-so up to the stageside the panmen they flew,

With the racks fullah pans, and the engine room too.


More rapid than eagles the panwomen came,

so he shouted out tunes, he called them by name -

"Play Margie, Rebecca, and Wap Cocoyea~!

Sing in She Party, Ben Lion, Celebrate~!


To the top of Queen’s Park~!   To the top of the wall~!

Run the tunes, run the tunes, run the tunes all ~ !


And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the dark

The jumping and prancing all thru the Queen’s Park.

As I sipped on my rum, and was turning to see,

down the road Bradley went, he was wining with glee.


Then I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he chipped out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”





Merry Christmas everyone!

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You are wonderful  Catt ..Merry  Christmas and a Blessed New Year,God Bless.

Hotter than a fireplace, CATT!!!

Very beautiful Poem Catt, happy holidays

aw gosh, thanks y'all. I love that WST posts this every year....  it still makes me laugh when i read it again.  :)

Happy Christmas to you all!

Catt: I know that you have a sense of humor, so here goes!!!


For Birthdays, Death Notices and Wonderful Xmas Poems ... WST is the best!!!

BOAL Claude!  i know that's right!

Boal is a species of Cat Fish, lol

Merry Christmas to my WST family... Somebody please add some musical melody to the lyrics... Cheers...

Andre' ah hear yuh, 2019 lets continue to develop our appreciation for PAN ART...Catt is on to something BIG.

Blessing to all in the SPIRIT of our ANCESTORS...

Paul Keens Douglas - Sugar George

A Tribute to "Sugar George"
Despers -Toccata and Fugue in D Minor


odw omg this is GREAT!!! 

Happy Christmas everyone - so glad to see this is still being enjoyed.  :) 

It still makes me laugh every time. :) 


Your masterpiece has withstood the test of time very favorably. 


Gosh bugs, yuh too kind. :)


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