I've finished buying and wrapping all my presents and sent out all my cards so yay for me now I just have to craft and wait for Yule to come.
anyways the next part of the poem and block
This block was a killer it is the hardest one and I had to take it apart 50 times before I got it at least almost straight.
(I've never noticed it before but this poem can be read as really really dirty lol.)
The first of them was Sheep-Cote Clod.
He came stiff as wood,
to pray upon the farmer's sheep
as far as he could.
He wished to suck the ewes,
but it was no accident
he couldn´t; he had stiff knees
- not to convenient.